Again, I find myself dragging my cross of creativity
To the altar of my heart to lay my gift of words so my transgressions and I might part.
But my words, they find no purchase; my mind leads me astray.
Have I said too much this time to wash my sins away?

Try to please the preacher as I sacrifice the sinner.
I am earning only hunger singing for my dinner.
I’ve crossed the fine black line and found it infinite and gray.
Robbing Paul to just pay Peter only makes it Peter’s Day.
Makes it Peter’s Day. Yeah, yeah yeah.

Again, I find myself behind the gates of creativity,
Purgatory of my mind,
To pay my debt of words; show I’ve done my time.
But the actions speak much louder. My heart’s pounding deep within!
Have I said too much this time? Incriminated once again!

Try to please the preacher as I sacrifice the sinner.
I am earning only hunger singing for my dinner.
I’ve crossed the fine black line and found it infinite and gray.
Robbing Paul to just pay Peter only makes it Peter’s Day.
Try to please the preacher as I sacrifice the sinner.
I am earning only hunger singing for my dinner.
I’ve crossed the fine black line and found it infinite and gray.
Robbing Paul to just pay Peter only makes it Peter’s Day
Makes it Peter’s Day. Yeah, yeah yeah.
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