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El credo de Scott Stapp

El credo de Scott Stapp

Las canciones de Scott Stapp, el cantante de este grupo de rock llamado Creed -ganador de 5 Grammys entre los años 2001-2003-, están marcadas por la teología y la espiritualidad. No en vano es hijastro de un pastor pentecostal: A court is in session, a verdict is in No appeal on the docket today Just my own sin The walls are cold and pale The cage made of steel Screams fill the room Alone I drop and kneel Silence now the sound My breath the only motion around Demons cluttering around My face showing no emotion Shackled by my sentence Expecting no return Here there is no penance My skin begins to burn (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said oh) We-re all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one I hear a thunder in the distance See a vision of a cross I feel the pain that was given On that sad day of loss A lion roars in the darkness Only he holds the key A light to free me from my burden And grant me life eternally Should have been dead On a Sunday morning Banging my head No time for mourning Ain-t got no time (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said oh) We-re all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one [Guitar break] I cry out to God Seeking only his decision Gabriel stands and confirms I-ve created my own prison I cry out to God Seeking only his decision Gabriel stands and confirms I-ve created my own prison (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said oh) We-re all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride (And I said oh) We-re all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one Should-ve been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head No time for mourning Ain-t got no time


Compartido por José Pablo Fernández el 10 de diciembre de 2013

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