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Razorlight - Hostage Of Love

You make yourself a prisoner of me
You blind yourself so you don′t have to see
You turn your life to a power above
You make yourself a hostage of love

You turn from me, you turn from the strain
Devote yourself to the power again
Distance yourself from all that we vowed
You broke those rules, you′re my hostage now

I am a sinner and I am a saint
I am a devil, I am a ghost at the wake
God feed the swell and pull of your tears as they break
I am the limit of the load you can take

You are the pulley and I am the winch
I am salvation and you′re herald of sin
I′ll take you beyond your limits of trust
Ransom yourself, hostage of love

You see we′ve been born again
Since you′ve slept there in that lion′s den, den
You can not be saved
You gave your innocence away, ohh

I′ve turned my cheek and I′ve suffered the blow
Truth of my story is widely unknown
Word of derision, I have swallowed with a smile
For telling my story I have been crucified

Now like a mad man, I give my laurels to you
Like a hero, forsake my trophies for you
No where disciple of this devil that is in the blood
Am I not also your hostage of love?

You see we′ve all been born again
Since you′ve slept there in that lion′s den, den
You can not be turned
Until your innocence is old

And you seek out to live alone
Though it hurts to make it on your own, own
You cannot be saved
You gave your innocence away, ohh

You will be made a hostage of love
Hostage of love, hostage of love

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:25:35

Queensryche - Hostage

Culture hostage.

I’m writhing in the cold grasp of justice,

as she turns away.

Blind is she supposed to be but,

someone took a razor to her mask.

Rusted now the scales you hold,

the balance tipped by the weight of gold.

When will it end?

When will it ever end?

The judgment man holds my fate,

as I beg forgiveness with the

plastic smile of a candidate.

They take for granted that I’m out of my mind and they’re wasting their time to care.

So all my reasons are damned before they’re heard.

I’m held hostage by their words.

What will lead us to tolerance

if we don’t question our prejudice?

Courage is such a lonely word,

patience, in time these truths will be known.

Please, don’t keep looking away.

You see fortunes are on line, reputations at risk, and there’s fear in the hearts of all of you that
believe that you’re right,

and that’s your right.

But are you . . . right?

The judgment man holds my fate,

as I gaze around the room,

their eyes are like knives, could decapitate.

They take for granted that I’m out of my mind and I’m wasting their time, don’t show, don’t show me
my fate.

Reasons are damned, can’t understand.

If I fall to pieces they’ll know . . .

he’s out of his mind and he’s wasting our time, we know. As I sense my fate . . .

His reasons be damned, can’t understand him.

. . . and now all my reasons are damned before they’re heard. I’m held hostage by their words.

I’m a hostage

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 09:20:52