The painting on the walls Used to be my portrait But now it seems I've been replaced All doors are locked around me There is no way in nor out Times
As a youth I knew it, and yes I did bend I wanted acceptance and friends Confidence broken from repeated peer pressure I'd give in again and again And
In a cry for freedom communist Europe's walls crumble They are reconstructed in our backyards We are denied They deny it In a cry for safety a girl runs
There is love here, can you feel it? It's from me, it's for me and I stole it If caught I'll deny it I'll scream and I'll fight it Jesus loves me, can
I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects
It's cold being your lover So cold I'm tired of being your lover It's cold, it's cold, so cold. It's cold [ Chorus ] Denied denied denied denied I used
Denied (Words and music: Jay Gordon/Amir Derakh/Bobby Hewitt/Ryan Shuck/Paige Haley) It's Cold being your lover So cold I'm tired of being your lover
Fold your hands, fold your hands, Drop the past Access denied, success defiled Fold your hands, fold your hands, Drop the past, time for change, Different
Cry - away to heal Fly - I want to flee Pride and self - esteem I will sigh no more Pain is what i feel Help is what i need Please, please stay with
in the face of all that's obvious i continue to wreck my life... so set in my ways it's impossible to do what's good... smokin, jokin + boozin my time
I can't reach your feelings of love ..."awaste"... And all the things that I wanted to say ...ashamed... By the rules of this forgotten life ...you're
You try to walk away. I've been wondering why you say you've lost your faith and that you're not the same. But you're always the same, why can't you realize
I'm trying, denying Why won't you ever talk to me? I know it, can't show it I guess it's kind of hard to see I'm learning, confirming The lies a thousand
Here I am in a house full of doors but no exits In a light that is grey like the stain on my windows All of this is a gift, such a painful companion Inside
This is pulse, this is sound This is the beat of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for More flights of stairs derailed, your
Staying With This Life To Lead Attempting No True Test Sticking With Some Sick Ideal While Others Sell Out Fast Need A Bit Of Flagellation Need