Enemies on every side
From behind the battlelines
From behind their peering eyes
Into each aspect of my life
Who are you to be the judge?
You press and pry, I still don't budge
By tooth and nail you hold your grudge
But still don't love
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Seems like everyone these days
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Enough hate in the world without your grace
From behind your lips of praise
Enemies in my own court
Always quick in their retort
Where truth runs thick, their patience short
I barely hear it anymore
I drowned the sound out long ago
In pursuit of a place I've yet to know
The closer to it, my accusers grow
Making clear my friend or foe
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Seems like everyone these days
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Who is my
Who is my accuser
Enough hate in the world without your grace
From behind your lips of praise
Rise up against me
Is there anybody for me?
Rise up against me
Casting stones not designated for me
Rise up against me
Tell me that you're for me
Rise up against me
But won't stand up for me
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