Every finger in the room is pointing at me I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in just what god needs one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves Every day I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Every day And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog beggin' for love I gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross I know a cat named Easter he says Will you ever learn you're just an empty cage girl If you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior... Looking for a savior... I've been raising up my hands... Got enough guilt to start my own religion Please be save me I cry
Why do we...
Tori Amos - Crucify
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