I've Got My Own

(album: Musically Incorrect - 1995)

Don't sell me your fear
Don't sell me your guilt
'Cause I, I've got my own
Don't sell me your vision
Your God or religion
'Cause I've got my own
Time after time
The voices of doom, they will rise
Say give give, do or die
As the fear builds up inside

You play my emotions
Questions my faith
You paint the pictures and the headline the pain

I don't want your fear sell it somewhere else
I don't want your guilt I can live with myself
I don't want your God and I don't want your hell
'Cause I've got my own

The tears roll by
For the desperate hearts of the night
Alone, alone I will try
But the guilt, I just can't buy

No, money ain't mercy
But I can feel your pain
You spell out the danger and ask who's to blame

I don't want your fear sell it somewhere else
I don't want your guilt I can live with myself
I don't want your God and I don't want your hell
'Cause I, I've got my own