Spreading your truth in love is your only aim
Yet we're the one but you stayed with the 99
Thoughts and memories plague our minds
But all we're told is what we're feeling isn't real, we're hung out to dry
From the kid who called me freak in the 4th grade
To the voice inside my head that tells me I'm only good for getting laid
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
I know you mean well
But don't tell me to pray it away. I've been trying for 10 damned years
Thoughts and prayers extended like empty hands
Not to receive but to give a gift that isn't there
Because how many more of my friends have to die
Before we grow some stones and admit we're not alright?
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
And all the nights we've spent alone
Some with razors, some to overdose
Others still just cry for mercy from the pain that plagues their hearts
When will we understand that there's a problem, when will conversation start?
Do you hush the conversation because you're scared
Or cuz God forbid you'd actually have to do something about it
Your legalism never saved a soul
I'm never gonna be your perfect Christian
But last I checked, neither are you
So let's accept our humanity
And let iron sharpen iron once more
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Spreading your truth in love is your only aim
Yet we're the one but you stayed with the 99
Thoughts and memories plague our minds
But all we're told is what we're feeling isn't real, we're hung out to dry
From the kid who called me freak in the 4th grade
To the voice inside my head that tells me I'm only good for getting laid
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
I know you mean well
But don't tell me to pray it away. I've been trying for 10 damned years
Thoughts and prayers extended like empty hands
Not to receive but to give a gift that isn't there
Because how many more of my friends have to die
Before we grow some stones and admit we're not alright?
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
And all the nights we've spent alone
Some with razors, some to overdose
Others still just cry for mercy from the pain that plagues their hearts
When will we understand that there's a problem, when will conversation start?
Do you hush the conversation because you're scared
Or cuz God forbid you'd actually have to do something about it
Your legalism never saved a soul
I'm never gonna be your perfect Christian
But last I checked, neither are you
So let's accept our humanity
And let iron sharpen iron once more
Yet we're the one but you stayed with the 99
Thoughts and memories plague our minds
But all we're told is what we're feeling isn't real, we're hung out to dry
From the kid who called me freak in the 4th grade
To the voice inside my head that tells me I'm only good for getting laid
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
I know you mean well
But don't tell me to pray it away. I've been trying for 10 damned years
Thoughts and prayers extended like empty hands
Not to receive but to give a gift that isn't there
Because how many more of my friends have to die
Before we grow some stones and admit we're not alright?
To you we're enigmas that you can't allow
Our very brains question everything you claim to stand for
It's not our fault that we were made this way
Lost In The Static that makes our minds decay
And all the nights we've spent alone
Some with razors, some to overdose
Others still just cry for mercy from the pain that plagues their hearts
When will we understand that there's a problem, when will conversation start?
Do you hush the conversation because you're scared
Or cuz God forbid you'd actually have to do something about it
Your legalism never saved a soul
I'm never gonna be your perfect Christian
But last I checked, neither are you
So let's accept our humanity
And let iron sharpen iron once more
Writer: Will Herridge
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