He was a tall, well-built, rugged blonde man with a three-day beard and a tattoo on his neck. He had beautiful piercing blue eyes and a really rough voice that just said I-most-definitely-smoke-and-drink-too-much-but-I’m-so-fucking-sexy-I’m-too-sexy-for-my-cat. The kind of guy who in wise hindsight looks like trouble a mile away and yet you keep walking towards him.
I hear this song ten years on and I can immediately see and hear him singing it.
And then there were those two mad Israelis who he knew at the pub. They were a whole different story altogether. I never found out how they knew each other. Probably from being manipulative wankers that were regulars in the same pub? Appreciating each other’s wankness? I suppose a true wanker should be able to appreciate true wank talent when he spots it in a fellow wank companion?
Anyway, I digress. Free your burden? Penance? Visions of a cross? Crying out to God? Held captive? Yeah fucking right J.
But how could I fucking know?
My Own Prison – by Creed
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
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
and 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
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
I cry out to God
seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I’ve created my own prison
So I held my head up high
hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
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
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
