Life of Bibles and Loaded Guns

All these lessons keep screaming out to me 
In arrogance or denial, I'm just not listening 
Not for lack of trying 
I just can't stop my heart from beating 

The roads I chose have led me here 
Every scar, and every tear 
The paths I chose, the cross I bear 
Heaven or hell I'll see you there 

If I fall will you pick me up 
When's the point when you've had enough 
Of the lies, of the mask I wear 
Tell me part of you still cares 

I'm not through, my race not run 
This life of Bibles and loaded guns 
I've been hurt, I've been damned 
But it's made me who I am