People
They are the best and the worst You've created
Loving and hating and opinionated
Loners in basements and those congregated
Deliver me
Far from the peaceful shore I was sinking
Deep in the ocean of thoughts they were thinking
Don't know what validation I was seeking
Deliver me from
People, people
When You said You could heal me from many things
Did You mean
People, people
Deliver me
'Cause I can't point 'em out
I won't say their names
I don't know the damage
Or which one to blame
It's just people, people
Deliver me
She was the reason I smiled in the morning
He took the last bit of joy I was storing
That's too much power for anything human
Deliver me from
People, people
I know You can heal me from many things
What about
People, people
Deliver me
'Cause I can't point 'em out
I won't say their names
I don't know the damage
Or which one to blame
It's just people, people
Deliver me, yeah
The hurt are hurting
And the broken are breaking
And the ones who had their joy taken away
Are out here taking from other
People, people
People, people
Forgive these
People, people
Heal me from
People, people
Crazy
People, people
Trolling
People, people
Self-righteous
People, people
Entitled
People, people
Hating, lying
People, people
Disrespectful
People, people
Forgive me when I'm of those
People, people
Deliver me
Gente
Son lo mejor y lo peor que has creado
Amorosos y odiadores y con opiniones
Solitarios en sótanos y los congregados
Líbrame
Lejos de la costa pacífica me estaba hundiendo
Profundo en el océano de pensamientos que tenían
No sé qué validación estaba buscando
Líbrame de
Gente, gente
Cuando dijiste que podías sanarme de muchas cosas
¿Te referías a
Gente, gente
Líbrame
Porque no puedo señalarlos
No diré sus nombres
No sé el daño
O a quién culpar
Son solo gente, gente
Líbrame
Ella fue la razón por la que sonreía por la mañana
Él se llevó la última pizca de alegría que guardaba
Eso es demasiado poder para algo humano
Líbrame de
Gente, gente
Sé que puedes sanarme de muchas cosas
¿Qué hay de
Gente, gente
Líbrame
Porque no puedo señalarlos
No diré sus nombres
No sé el daño
O a quién culpar
Son solo gente, gente
Líbrame, sí
Los heridos están lastimando
Y los rotos se están rompiendo
Y los que les quitaron su alegría
Están aquí tomando de otros
Gente, gente
Gente, gente
Perdona a estos
Gente, gente
Sáname de
Gente, gente
Locos
Gente, gente
Troleando
Gente, gente
Autojustificados
Gente, gente
Con derecho
Gente, gente
Odiando, mintiendo
Gente, gente
Irrespetuosos
Gente, gente
Perdóname cuando soy uno de esos
Gente, gente
Líbrame
Escrita por: Jonathan McReynolds