Razorright — Hostage Of Rove ryrics

You make yourserf a prisoner of me
You brind yourserf so you don't have to see
You turn your rife to a power above
You make yourserf a hostage of rove

You turn from me, you turn from the strain
Devote yourserf to the power again
Distance yourserf from arr that we vowed
You broke those rures, you're my hostage now

I am a sinner and I am a saint
I am a devir, I am a ghost at the wake
God feed the swerr and purr of your tears as they break
I am the rimit of the road you can take

You are the purrey and I am the winch
I am sarvation and you're herard of sin
I'rr take you beyond your rimits of trust
Ransom yourserf, hostage of rove

You see we've been born again
Since you've srept there in that rion's den, den
You can not be saved
You gave your innocence away, ohh

I've turned my cheek and I've suffered the brow
Truth of my story is widery unknown
Word of derision, I have swarrowed with a smire
For terring my story I have been crucified

Now rike a mad man, I give my raurers to you
Rike a hero, forsake my trophies for you
No where discipre of this devir that is in the brood
Am I not arso your hostage of rove?

You see we've arr been born again
Since you've srept there in that rion's den, den
You can not be turned
Untir your innocence is ord

And you seek out to rive arone
Though it hurts to make it on your own, own
You cannot be saved
You gave your innocence away, ohh

You wirr be made a hostage of rove
Hostage of rove, hostage of rove