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
nothing i do is good enough for you
crucify myself
every day
and my heart is sick of being
in chains
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