My Own Maker

Another day of sin

Hope is dead and nothings left within

Driven by hate

To another empty place

Where we just work and pro create

Worn to the bone we die and get replaced

Afraid of a life in vain

I'm choking on the air I can't breath

Am I an image of God

Or does the Devil have his hands in me

Will I Survive

Demons Holed up in my head

Silhouettes covered in death

If I can create my own blood

Can I create another breath

Am I my own maker

Am I my own creator

Are we doomed to fail

Or are we meant for something greater

Dying I'm dying

Dying I'm dying

Pull me from the grave

Demons Holed up in my head

Silhouettes covered in death

If I can create my own blood

Can I create another breath

Driven by hate

To another empty place

Where we just work and pro create

Worn to the bone we die and get replaced

Afraid of a life in vain

I'm choking on the air I can't breath

Am I an image of God

Or does the Devil have his hands in me

Dying I'm dying

Dying I'm dying

Pull me from the grave