Go be the voice of god
Go live the life putting death to shame
I wasn't force fed what I think
And I don't care if you think I'm brainwashed for what I believe,
but it sure wasn't from people reminding me that I'm still a failure every Sunday morning
It's my fault
It's always my fault
Every time I have a problem that can't be solved
Tell me I've made progress
All I want is to make you proud
Are the lungs in my chest still working
Cause sometimes I wanna shout where's my savior now
Life and death is all perspective
Just don't give up you know it's not worth it
Life and death is a matter of perspective
Give in you know it's your purpose
Even if you know you'll never deserve it
God where are you
God where are you now
[ bericht aangepast op 28 jan 2014 - 18:04 ]
· You want a voice, but your voices sound like violence. You shout so loud but all I hear is silence. ·