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Creed - My Own Prison (Acoustic Version Extended) from With Arms Wide Open: A Retrospective
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Creed
Creed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A court is 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
[Verse 2]
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around
Demons clutterin' around, my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, acceptin' no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn
[Verse 3]
And I said, oh
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
And I said oh
All held captive, out of the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Should have been dead on a Sunday mornin'
Banging my head, no time for mournin'
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday mornin'
Banging my head, no time for mournin'
Ain't got no time
[Verse 6]
And I said, oh
So I held my head up high
Hidin' hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
And I said, oh
All held captive, out of the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
And I said, oh
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
And I said, oh
All held captive, out of the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[Verse 9]
And I said, oh
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
And I said, oh
[Verse 10]
I created, I created (We're all held captive, out from the sun)
I created, I created (Sun that shines on only some)
I created, I created my own prison (We the meek are all in one)
[Verse 11]
Should have been dead on a Sunday mornin'
Bangin' my head, no time for mournin'
Ain't got no time
Written by: Mark Tremonti, Scott Stapp
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