Lyrics Finite - A Plea for Purging

Finite

We’re the ones you run to when your world is crashing down
This choice made years ago is such a heavy crown
I didn’t know it would be so hard
That my words would mean so much
I’m not your priest
I’m not your prophet
I’m not a saint
I’m not god, so what now?
How did we all get here, and what did we do?
How can I lead you when I’m just as weak as you
This was built on the backs of the broken and it would be so hard
That my words could hurt so much
I am no leader but I won’t give up on them
I’m not your priest
I’m not your prophet
Open your eyes and see
I’m not a saint
I’m not a god
Don’t put your faith in me