The Need

Circa Vitae


(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