Shane Blay - Fallen Son (ft. Micah Kinard) | Текст песни

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• Shane Blay
• Fallen Son (ft. Micah Kinard)

I call it honesty
You call it blasphemy
We could go around and around
but at the heart of it Im inbetween

Blind to your behavior
With your righteous eye
Never need a savior
For your righteous crimes

I could be a moving temple
I could be a chosen one
I could be the fallen son
that your judgement made turn and run
The irony is simple
The measure that you use
Will be measured to you
and I dont know if its getting through

You see it everyday
Hear every word I say
You get to pick apart my life
when I dont even know your name

Blind to your behavior
With your righteous eye
Never need a savior
For your righteous crimes

I could be a moving temple
I could be a chosen one
I could be the fallen son
that your judgement made turn and run
The irony is simple
The measure that you use
Will be measured to you
and I dont know if its getting through

(Micah)
let me speak!
cause there is one thing that you never learned from me,
it's that what you see is all that's really happening.
I never once claimed to be everything you read,
it's just a mere glimpse at what i really want to be...
but I'm just like you, except for one little thing,
I can see that I'm real and when I'm cut i still bleed.
The same night air that leads you to judge me
is the same night air that leaves me caught between the sheets.

I am a moving temple
I am a chosen one
I am the fallen son that your judgement made turn and run
The irony is simple
The measure that you use
Will be measured to you
I dont know if its getting through to you.

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