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when i looked back on the footprints and saw how long i'd been carrying christ
i realized he must've taken me down an awful road or two too many times
i had stood up, synnical on the pinnacle of my nave
from my pulpit i sermoned and the red sea gave
the faces on the judged were always looking away
and i wondered why my private audience grew
why they never seemed to like you
why they took me under instead of through i'll never know
i'll never question casue i wouldnt understand the answer

when i look back on all the bridges that i've burned with my forked tongue and dim wit
it hit me that i'm an asshole without the will to get passed it
i had adopted the fundamental core of the judgemental whore
who's dead body ought to have stayed buried a couple thousand plus years before
but the carcass still pollutes and it will for some years more
and i wonder why his public audience grows
why their always looking down their nose
why they try to trim the thorn to fix the rose i'll never know
i'll never question cause i wouldnt understand the answer

when i look back where all the faces looked once at me with open eyes
and count the backs of heads, and finally hear their cries
i get to feeling satisfied and gratified alone
cause i don't miss a one of them or the pain to me they've shown
i fall down on my knees and look to heaven as my throne
and im thankful that my private audience knew
what i could never understand.

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when i looked back on the footprints and saw how long i'd been carrying christ
i realized he must've taken me down an awful road or two too many times
i had stood up, synnical on the pinnacle of my nave
from my pulpit i sermoned and the red sea gave
the faces on the judged were always looking away
and i wondered why my private audience grew
why they never seemed to like you
why they took me under instead of through i'll never know
i'll never question casue i wouldnt understand the answer

when i look back on all the bridges that i've burned with my forked tongue and dim wit
it hit me that i'm an asshole without the will to get passed it
i had adopted the fundamental core of the judgemental whore
who's dead body ought to have stayed buried a couple thousand plus years before
but the carcass still pollutes and it will for some years more
and i wonder why his public audience grows
why their always looking down their nose
why they try to trim the thorn to fix the rose i'll never know
i'll never question cause i wouldnt understand the answer

when i look back where all the faces looked once at me with open eyes
and count the backs of heads, and finally hear their cries
i get to feeling satisfied and gratified alone
cause i don't miss a one of them or the pain to me they've shown
i fall down on my knees and look to heaven as my throne
and im thankful that my private audience knew
what i could never understand.