We fall into the gears of a world, then it cracks our bones, steals our life and leaves us all alone. For our forward effort we deserve so much more, but when it all comes down... we receive nothing more. So what's the point? Why even try to live? We find ourselves searching for consensus in a broken world, but what answers have you found in a society so void of love? Today what is so acceptable, I find so despicable Despicable, despicable, despicable. Who am I, where I am? I am lost. To stand for your beliefs has a price, I've paid that cost. So where is my prize, where is my gem, where is the beauty? I've seen that I'll never reach that and though I keep trying, I'm dying. Keep trying to win a pointless fight with the world that surrounds and it just might tear my hear out. I will bleed as I believe but I believe what I believe. I believe what I believe because sometimes it's all I've got. Conviction's all I've got; conviction drags me on. What is the point if there's nothing to be won? I don't even want the prizes of this world. My prize lies beyond the clouds. I rest my weary head. Find a safety in His arms, and there lies my prize. Finding safety in His eyes. Even though this choice has earned me life, I still find myself trapped under the knife so I'll close my eyes and watch it all turn... me... inside out The prize of life is the price of His life. The prize of life is the price he paid with His life. Sacrifice. Sacrifice everything. Every day.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
