Vārdi: Kutless. Live In Portland. Treason.

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It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong

With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong

Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong