Church Clothes
Church clothes
You go to church
Wearing your church clothes.
Hiding who you really are.
Hiding behind your
Faith and Bible.
If only your friends
Could see the truth.
Your not white as snow.
Your hands aren't clean.
They are dirty like
The games you play.
Your a snake hiding
In your form.
Ready to attack
Any moment now.
A spider spreading lies
Just like a spider web.
I might be a black sheep
But I don't hide behind my bible.
I don't hide behind my faith.
Making every one think
Im an innocent sheep
Who can do no harm.
While you ripped my heart out
Of my chest.
And left me to bleed
On the concrete.
While I watched the one
Who was opposed be there
Walk away.
Leaving me to die on my own.
Telling everyone in at fault,
To make yourself feel better.
I saw the snake you really were,
When I looked in your eyes.
You can throw my name
In the dirt.
Kick me while I'm down.
But I will always rise
And burn like the phoenix
I become.
In the dirt you kick me down in.
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