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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

(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) We're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

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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 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) 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, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) 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, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive out from the sun (I've created...)
A sun that shines on only some (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
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

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