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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
E-Gitarre
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Leadgesang
Brian Marshall
Brian Marshall
Bassgitarre
Scott Phillips
Scott Phillips
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter:in
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
John Kurzweg
John Kurzweg
Produzent:in
Chris Carroll
Chris Carroll
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrew Roshberg
Andrew Roshberg
Schnitttechniker:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ron Saint Germain
Ron Saint Germain
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

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 (And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said, ohh) 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 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 (And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said, ohh) 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 stand and confirms, I've created my own prison I cry out to God, seeking only His decision Gabriel stand and confirms, I've created my own prison (And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one (And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun (I've created, I've created)) A sun that shines on only some (I've created, I've created) We the meek are all in one (I've created my own prison) Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head No time for mourning Ain't got no time
Writer(s): Scott A. Stapp, Mark T. Tremonti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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