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				January 3rd 2012, 03:36 PM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
My Own Prison- Creed 
 A court is in session, a verdict is in
 No appeal on the docket today
 Just my own sin
 The walls are 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 oh) So I held my head up high
 Hiding hate that burns inside
 Which only fuels their selfish pride
 (And I said oh) We're 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 he 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
 
 (And I said oh) So I held my head up high
 Hiding hate that burns inside
 Which only fuels their selfish pride
 (And I said oh) We're held captive
 Out from the sun
 A sun that shines on only some
 We the meek are all in one
 
 [Guitar break]
 
 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 oh) So I held my head up high
 Hiding hate that burns inside
 Which only fuels their selfish pride
 (And I said oh) We're held captive
 Out from the sun
 A sun that shines on only some
 We the meek are all in one
 
 (And I said oh) So I held my head up high
 Hiding hate that burns inside
 Which only fuels their selfish pride
 (And I said oh) We're held captive
 Out from the sun
 A sun that shines on only some
 We the meek are all in one
 
 Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
 banging my head
 No time for mourning
 Ain't got no time
  
            
               
 A beautiful thing is never perfect. 
 
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