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Creed: "My Own Prison" Acoustic (Stripped)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Creed
Creed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 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
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