Everyone's footsteps pound like hammers to my brain And all the lives I've broke And all that remains Everything, everyone around me reminds me Of my sins If I was Mr. Turtle Man I'd pull my head back in I'm not your Jesus I'm not your Here in my shell, alone I dwell My so called friends come with pitchforks And drag me off to hell ?Cuz I made too many promises That I can't alter I may look like your Jesus But I can't walk on water I'm not your Jesus I'm not your False, indifference Not really here right Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns Could've been the leader of the master race Or a Greek poet before I was born My soul is not my own It's shared with a thousand fading dreams Exposed to the naked eye is why I'm always picked last on the team I'm not your Jesus I'm not your