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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

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