Conviction - Christian Mistress

Am I a raging tyrant

A Lusitania beast

Do I have to tell you

We have taken this too far

Oh we are living so strong

But we are in the arms

Of yesterday and I want to be free

I’m on my way

Anger that pounds the streets

A fist on burning flesh

There is no sanctuary

Just mutation of the law

We are living so strong

But we are in the arms

Of yesterday and I want to be free

I’m on my way

So many things that I want to say my friend

Days are adding up

Time takes its toll

All your words like chains

Down to my soul

We are damned upon this stone

Let us be as one

I have not forgotten my resolve

I’m on my way

What’s a voice without conviction

A song for yesterday