I'm losing contact Forgetting what is real Able to touch, but not able to feel It's easier, to shut out everyone I'm chasing after my newest distraction to escape it all
My God, oh, my God – what have I become? The self-addicted one My God, oh, my God – You never failed me You're what I need
So often, I'm the sleeping prayer More often, I'm the weeping betrayer Sometimes I play the martyr, become the traitor The humbled sinner, has never been a role I knew to play
Treason A pound of flesh is the debt Leaving a crippled man I'll give You all I have left A straining outstretched hand Is it enough? Reach down Take me back Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
