Songtext von Profane

I'm not the one who was right about your sanctuary seat I'm not the one that told you about You never claimed to be who you believe Yet the claims keep coming, feel I've restoring When you dig up dirt it's your hands to be cleaned You are filthy from the grave you dig (I am) a countless little drip in the road (I am) surely very weak I cant fly (I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness I am not a hollow sound, nor a glorified laidadee (?) And I am not a conscience found We're sidelines, down on my knees And there's no mistaking, all of you who fake it When you dig up dirt its your hands to be cleaned You are filthy from the grave you dig (I am) a countless little drip in the road (I am) surely very weak I cant fly (I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness (I am) a countless little drip in the road (I am) surely very weak I cant fly (I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness Weakness fortune, buried witness Can we not Can we not Can we not Can we not Can we not Can we not Can we not decide? I am not a barricade, I'm just a different way to think So make no mistake, I'm not your profane (I am) a countless little drip in the road (I am) surely very weak I cant fly (I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness (I am) a countless little drip in the road (I am) surely very weak I cant fly (I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness