Scraping the Walls Songtext
von God Forbid
Scraping the Walls Songtext
No sense of direction, my time is set
Will these feelings let me go?
Lost in the moments, caught in a world of madness
Pursue a vision, set your goal
I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
A frameless picture, your sense of purpose.
Deliverance, free from doubt
Lost in the moment, caught in a world of madness
Pursue a vision, set your goal
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
There′s no time like now, caught in this moment
No sense of direction, my time is set
Step back and see the vision, a frameless picture
A sense of purpose
Deliverance, free from doubt
We all believe
No time like now, caught in this moment
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior.
Will these feelings let me go?
Lost in the moments, caught in a world of madness
Pursue a vision, set your goal
I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
A frameless picture, your sense of purpose.
Deliverance, free from doubt
Lost in the moment, caught in a world of madness
Pursue a vision, set your goal
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
There′s no time like now, caught in this moment
No sense of direction, my time is set
Step back and see the vision, a frameless picture
A sense of purpose
Deliverance, free from doubt
We all believe
No time like now, caught in this moment
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior
And I am scraping the walls again, making my way
And I am making my way. We all believe in a savior.
Writer(s): Marlon David Coyle, Corey Dana Pierce, Matthew Wicklund, John M Outcalt, Byron Keith Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com