Jesus Child
I can't shake the nightmares,
A Jesus child, a forgery,
Vandalized by the likes of me;
Red fingernails in painted wood.
Disengage the lightening beams.
Silence the wailing screams.
Lock me up, let me starve.
We're all innocent behind the bars.
First I was defensive,
A blameless boy, bullied beliefs,
A coat as white as snow,
Until it avalanched and buried me.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
Daily affirmations,
Endearing ruminations,
Fragments of the past,
Bottled therapy to get on track.
Drinking every evening
To forget what I'm feeling.
Resentful of my friends,
I'm turning green again.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
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Jesus Child
I can't shake the nightmares,
A Jesus child, a forgery,
Vandalized by the likes of me;
Red fingernails in painted wood.
Disengage the lightening beams.
Silence the wailing screams.
Lock me up, let me starve.
We're all innocent behind the bars.
First I was defensive,
A blameless boy, bullied beliefs,
A coat as white as snow,
Until it avalanched and buried me.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
Daily affirmations,
Endearing ruminations,
Fragments of the past,
Bottled therapy to get on track.
Drinking every evening
To forget what I'm feeling.
Resentful of my friends,
I'm turning green again.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
I can't shake the nightmares,
A Jesus child, a forgery,
Vandalized by the likes of me;
Red fingernails in painted wood.
Disengage the lightening beams.
Silence the wailing screams.
Lock me up, let me starve.
We're all innocent behind the bars.
First I was defensive,
A blameless boy, bullied beliefs,
A coat as white as snow,
Until it avalanched and buried me.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
Daily affirmations,
Endearing ruminations,
Fragments of the past,
Bottled therapy to get on track.
Drinking every evening
To forget what I'm feeling.
Resentful of my friends,
I'm turning green again.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
Or sleeping with my demons?
Who's idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm