words: mark salomon
by the crucified
music: greg minier, jeff bellew, jim chaffin
grind my teeth to keep myself from spitting
spare you the first reply that comes to mind
oh, i can't believe the grace
with which you speak your condescending lines
but can you look me in the eye?
you don't dare...
my eyes... sting from the salt and the blood, yeah
a lifetime... of laboring and slaving... for what?
my eyes... sting from the salt and the blood
a lifetime have i been denied
straining for merely "existence"
what's the use when you refuse to listen?
could you care less to know what i've been through?
i don't see your God in you
christians are as christians do
give me something i can tell is real
or let me be...
when you return to your fantasy world
to your dreams
remember reality for me is pain
if you don't know me... how could you know what i feel?
hope is no longer a reasonable goal
who are you to come speaking of hope for my soul?
when you don't know me... how could you know what i feel?
they struggle in darkness
we sleep in the light
wake up... we're losing more than time