lundi 19 octobre 2009

My Own Religion...

Every finger in the room is pointing at me,
I wanna spit in their faces.
Then I get afraid of what that could bring,
I got a bowling ball in my stomach and I got a desert in my mouth.
Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now
I've been raising up my hands,drive another nail in,
Just what God needs, one more victim.

Got a kick for a dog, beggin' for love, I gotta have my suffering.

So that I can have my cross, I know a cat named Easter.
He says will you ever learn, you're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird.
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start, my own religion.

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