Resurrection

I'm sick of this, sick of all the lies
The stories, the games and all the bad advice
I don't want to dance in the serpent's pit anymore
Grab a torch and burn the house down to it's cleanest core

Is it so hard to find someone to look behind my mask?
Honesty seems to be no simple task
I ain't saying that i'm perfect or know how to behave
But i was dead and now i'm rising from my grave

I'm a blank page
My ink was lost
Now it's your turn to write something more
I'm a blank page
My ink was lost
Now it's your turn to write something

Be my resurrection
Be my resurrection
I am willing to give you my whole affection

Go on, write a tale of something bright and new
We're gonna be our own heroes you tell me what to do
Just promise me, believe yourself whatever you wrote
And i won't need three days to get out of this boat

I'm a blank page
My ink was lost
Now it's your turn to write something more
I'm a blank page
My ink was lost
Now it's your turn to write something

Be my resurrection
Be my resurrection
I am willing to give you my whole affection
Be my resurrection
Be my resurrection
I am willing to give you my whole affection

Be my
Be my resurrection, baby
Be my

Be my, be my, be my
Be my, be my, be my
Be my, be my, be my
Be my, be my

Be my resurrection
Be my resurrection
I am willing to give you my whole affection
Be my resurrection
Be my resurrection
I am willing to give you my whole affection
I'm sick of this, sick of all the lies
The stories, the games and all the bad advice
I don't want to dance in the serpent's pit anymore
Grab a torch and burn the house down to it's cleanest core



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Gilchrist Ilsley Young
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