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  • Текст песни Creed - My Own Prison



    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 steal
    screams fill the room
    alone i drop and kneel


    Silence now the sound
    my breath the only motion around
    Demonds cluttering around
    my face showing no emotion
    Shackeled by my sentence
    expeting no return
    Here there is no penence
    my skin begins to burn


    So I held my head up high
    hiding hate that burns inside
    Which only fuels their selfish pride
    We're 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
    and 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


    Should have been dead
    on a sunday morning
    banging my head
    No time for mourning
    ain't got no time


    So I held my head up high
    hiding hate that burns inside
    Which only fuels their selfish pride
    We're 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 conferms
    i've created my own prison


    I cry out to God
    seeking only his decision
    Gabriel stands and conferms
    i've created my own prison


    So I held my head up high
    hiding hate that burns inside
    Which only fuels their selfish pride


    So I held my head up high
    hiding hate that burns inside
    Which only fuels their selfish pride


    We're all held captive out from the sun
    a sun that shines on only some
    We the meek are all in one


    So I held my head up high
    hiding hate that burns inside
    Which only fuels their selfish pride
    We're all held captive out from the sun
    a sun that shines on only some
    We the meek are all in one