every finger in the room is pointing at me I
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wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that
might bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a
desert in my mouth figures that my COURAGE would
choose to sell out now I've been looking for a savior in
these dirty streets looking for a savior beneath these
dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands drive
another nail in just what GOD needs one more victim
why do we crucify ourselves every day I crucify myself
nothing I do is good enough for you crucify myself every
day and my HEART is sick of bring in chains 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 looking
for a savior in these dirty streets looking for a savior
beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my
hands drive another nail in got enough GUILT to start
my own religion please be save me I CRY
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