By: Creed (written by: Tremonti/Stapp)
A court is now in session, a verdict is in.
No appeal on the docket today,
Just my own sin.
The walls are 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.
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.
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 that 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.
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.
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.
©Tremonti/Stapp Music, 1996