The Need
(All) my friends are all saved by the cross
But my skin is too thin to impose on
All my life is a fake, wasted dream
Hold it in, my lungs burst with the pain
I need this
Don't take this away
All their kin have lived, loved, lost
And their kids will die for the cost
All my life is a fake, wasted dream
Hold it in, my lungs burst with the pain
[I think we should change the line to "as I sin, my wings burst into flame"]
Terrible pain, I feel in my legs
I feel in my brain
Hold me back I'm a criminal
I'm a sinner, the same (?)
[I actually never asked Britt what he was saying here]
All my friends are all saved by the cross
But my skin is too thin to impose on
All my life is a fake wasted dream
Hold it in, my lungs burst with the pain
I need this
Don't take it away
Take it away
I need this
Autor(es): Circa Vitae
