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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Electric Guitar
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Lead Vocals
Brian Marshall
Brian Marshall
Bass Guitar
Scott Phillips
Scott Phillips
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Kurzweg
John Kurzweg
Producer
Chris Carroll
Chris Carroll
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Roshberg
Andrew Roshberg
Editing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Ron Saint Germain
Ron Saint Germain
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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) 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 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) 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 stand and confirms, I've created my own prison I cry out to God, seeking only His decision Gabriel stand 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) 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) All held captive out from the sun (I've created, I've created)) A sun that shines on only some (I've created, 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
Writer(s): Scott A. Stapp, Mark T. Tremonti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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