I don't know what's wrong with society I don't know but I think it might be me People look for ways in which to be free But freedom doesn't come through faith in what you believe Your clouded mind makes you feel unsure You take your junk and the rest is all a blur But Jesus Christ is your only cure You tell her things you think she wants to hear But being alone is your only fear you wake up empty and your life is still a mess Your only hope is J-E-S-U-S You got your magic stone aroung your neck your psychic friend says your life's a wreck Your soul's confuses and your heart wants more 'Cause Jesus Chris is knocking at you doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
