lördag 31 mars 2007

Crucify






Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid what that could 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 And nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Every day I crucify myself And my heart is sick of being 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

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 Where are those angels When you need them

Never going back again Crucify myself again You know Never going back again to Crucify myself Everyday

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Tori!!

Blackart sa...

Men vad ÄR det mellan herr nixon och Tori, som gör att herr nixon blir skogstokig vid varje omnämnande av detdäringa kjoltyget?