Lyrics: Greyson Roy Gritt
Music: Greyson Roy Gritt
I was feeling guilty
I didn’t want to pray
But why should I feel guilty
It wasn’t our way
To sit on sacred wood
And kneel before a man
Singing songs of a god
We never had
My anger is burning like
The spire of Notre Dame
They have money for those ashes
Thoughts and prayers for our pain
I was feeling shameful
I didn’t want say
But why should I feel shameful?
It wasn’t our way
To confess before a man
Who hides behind a veil
Who can do nothing wrong
By his holy scale.
My anger is burning like
The spire of Notre Dame
They have money for those ashes
Thoughts and prayers for our pain
I was feeling guilty
For what, I couldn’t say
As long as I feel guilty
I’m living their way
To sit on sacred wood
Stolen from a land
Consecrated long before
Christianity began
My anger is burning like
The spire of Notre Dame
They have money for those ashes
Thoughts and prayers for our pain
My anger is burning like
The spire of Notre Dame
They have money for those ashes
Thoughts and prayers for our pain