I've been struggling to finish a tune I started months and months ago. I knew the song would be called Righteous Man, but that's about all I could write. Recent events have inspired me finish the song. I put myself in the perspective of another and this is what came from it. It's heavy...but its the brutal truth. People all around us struggle everyday just to wake up and we can't forget that.
My freedom's on the barrel of the gun that's in my hand
The gun that's in my hand
I never know how to feel
I never know how to feel until the gun is in my hand
The gun is in my hand
My finger's resting on the trigger now,
I know, if I pull back I'll be on my knees, I know I know I know I know
I know that faith is a word they feed into my heart
By the Father, the Son, Mother Mary, and the Holy Ghost
But the faith that I've held so dearly now has gone to Hell
I'm down in Hell and the righteous man, the righteous man's not right tonight
He's fallen out of sight
And the righteous song, the righteous song's not sung in time...it's in my mind
My freedom's on the floor
My freedom's on the floor as it drips down from my eyes
Drips down from my eyes
And I can't hold back these tears that are building up
I know, it's a feeling I've dealt with everyday and it's getting old, I know I know I know
I know that faith is a word they feed into my heart
By the Father, the Son, Mother Mary, and the Holy Ghost
But the faith that I've held so dearly now has gone to Hell
I'm down in Hell and the righteous man, the righteous man's not right tonight
He's fallen out of sight
And the righteous song, the righteous song's not sung in time...it's in my mind
I can barely hold my head up high
I'm crying out for help tonight
Can't you see the torture in my eyes?
