| You might not recognize me now
|
| Those chains that once surrounded me are laying on the ground
|
| You can’t keep digging up my past
|
| You may have had a laugh or two but you don’t get the last
|
| You might not recognize me now
|
| Maybe I was blind but now I see
|
| Maybe I was bound but now I’m free
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Maybe you’re a lie that I don’t need
|
| Maybe you should listen when I speak
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| If you want scars I’ll show you scars
|
| All the wounds upon the hands of light that pierced the dark
|
| If I were you I’d be afraid
|
| 'Cause everything you meant for guilt the cross has met with grace
|
| Maybe I was blind but now I see
|
| Maybe I was bound but now I’m free
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Maybe you’re a lie that I don’t need
|
| Maybe you should listen when I speak
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Whoa, whoa
|
| I think it’s time you meet my Maker
|
| I think it’s time you meet my Maker
|
| Whoa, whoa
|
| I think it’s time that you remember
|
| I think it’s time that you remember
|
| Maybe I was blind but now I see
|
| Maybe I was bound but now I’m free
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Maybe you’re a lie that I don’t need
|
| Maybe you should listen when I speak
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Maybe this is where we say farewell
|
| Maybe you should get on back to hell
|
| Maybe you need reminding
|
| You’re under my feet
|
| Under my feet |