What makes you think you have the right To tell us just how to live our life No faith could ever change my mind And I won’t go
These four walls Have heard more prayers than a church comprehend The same two hands that pulled the trigger The last hope of a dying man I never could believe in the words you seek How does he even know my name? It’s better to be the voice of a person’s choice Than forever seek In a false belief of faith
You’ll hear his voice As your falling to your knees
What makes you think you have the right To tell us just how to live our life No faith could ever change my mind And I won’t go without a fight To change this faint reality To a place where the broken can feel free Somewhere that we can just believe We’re not alone
If you’re targeting the broken You know that I can play games too I don’t believe in everything I read But I believe in what I love I see these walls they are collapsing It gets harder just to breathe How can I keep putting my hands together? When no one answers me
You say I’m wrong For the things I’ve done I say you should Save yourself