My Own Prison (Live At Freeman Coliseum / 1999)

I think you know this song
If you know it, I wanna hear you singin' it, every word
This song started off with this band
And for that, we thank you

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
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion 'round

Demons fluttering 'round
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, expecting no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn

And I said "oh, (so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside), oh, I
(Don't let fools and sinners die"), oh, yeah
And I said "oh, (we're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some"), oh, I
We all make our own way, (oh, yeah)

I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of the 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've been dead on a Sunday morning
Bangin' my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
Bangin' my head
No time for mourning, ain't got no time

And I said "oh, (so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside"), oh, I
(Don't let fools and sinners die), oh, yeah
And I said "oh, (we're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some"), oh, I
We all make our own way, (oh, yeah)

Come on, sing it with me
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Yet I stand here in pride, I've created my own prison
Let me hear you sing it

And I said "oh, (so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside"), oh, I
(Don't let fools and sinners die), oh, yeah
And I said "oh, (we're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some"), oh, I
We all make our own way, (oh, yeah)

And I said "oh, (so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside"), oh, I
(Don't let fools and sinners die), oh, yeah

I've created, I've created, I've created, I've created
I've created
I've created out from the sun, come on
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
Bangin' my head
No time for mourning, ain't got no time
Let me hear you
No time for mourning, ain't got no time