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Lyrics : Mark Tremonti/Scott Stapp
Music : Mark Tremonti/Scott Stapp
Court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today, just my own sin
The walls cold and pale, the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel
(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
A stone that fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh)
All held captive, bound from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all only one
I hear a thunder in the distance, see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on a sad day of loss
Lion roars in the darkness, only He holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should've been dead on a Sunday mornin', bangin' my head
No time for mournin', ain't got no time
Should've been dead on a Sunday mornin', bangin' my head
No time for mournin', ain't got no time
(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
A stone that fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh)
All held captive, bound from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all only one
I cry out to God seeking only His decision
Him offending when I create my own prison
I cry out to God seeking only His decision
Him offending when I create my own prison
(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
A stone that fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh)
All held captive, bound from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all only one
(And I said oh)
(I create)
All held captive, bound from the sun
(I create)
A sun that shines on only some
(I create)
We the meek are all only one
(I create in my own prison)
Should've been dead on a Sunday mornin', bangin' my head
No time for mournin', ain't got no time
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