My Own Prison (Acoustic Version - Extended)

Creed

My Own Prison (Acoustic Version)

A 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

Silence, now the sound, my breath, the only motion around
Demons cluttering around, my face, showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, expecting no return
Here, there is no penance, my skin begins to burn

And I said ooooh...
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride

And I said ooooh...
We're 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 a 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've been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning, ain't got no time
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning, ain't got no time

And I said ooooh...
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride

And I said ooooh...
We're 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 stands and confirms I've created my own prison
I cry out to God, seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison

And I said ooooh...
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride

And I said ooooh...
We're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We, the meek, are all in one

And I said ooooh...
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride

And I said ooooh... (I created)
We're all held captive out from the sun (I created, Icreated)
A sun that shines on only some (I created, I created)
We, the meek, are all in one (I created my own prison)

Should've been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning, ain't got no time

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