My Own Prison

My Own Prison 歌詞

アルバムMy Own Prison
1997
ジャンルGrunge
時間4:15
原文言語英語
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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 Silence, now the sound My breath, the only motion around Demons cluttering around My face, showing no emotion Shackled by my sentence Expecting no return Here, there is no penance My skin begins to burn (And I said: Ooh) so I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said: Ooh) all held captive out from the Sun A Sun that shines on only some We, the meek, are all in one I hear a thunder in the distance, see a vision of a cross I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss A lion roars in the darkness, only Ee holds the key A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head No time for mourning, ain't got no time Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head No time for mourning, ain't got no time (And I said: Ooh) so I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said: Ooh) all held captive out from the Sun A Sun that shines on only some We, the meek, are all in one I cry out to God seeking only His decision Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison I cry out to God seeking only His decision Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison (And I said: Ooh) so I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said: Ooh) all held captive out from the Sun A Sun that shines on only some We, the meek, are all in one (And I said: Ooh) so I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said: Ooh) (I created, I created, I created) all held captive out from the Sun A Sun that shines on only some (I created, I created) We, the meek, are all in one (I created my own prison) Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head No time for mourning, ain't got no time