We are bodies - CALLING OUT Lyrics

Calling out to you
Tired of their truth
Filling up his head
With words of fear and dread
An ordinary man
Who's life has scared his hands
Worked in dust and bone
Then left out in the cold
Mistake's and judged on high
By a town with evil eyes
And now he's running out
And you will hear him shout
You will him shout

Give me a world that I want
Give me a choice tant I'll take
Give me a time I can make
Give me a risk I'll take
Give me a plan I can make
Give me an even I can break
Give me a line I can straight
Give me an unknown give me fate
Give me a fever I can shake
Give me a weakness I out weigh
Give me the devil I can hate
Give me a love I embrace
God give me something
God please give me something
God please give me something