my own maker

another day of sin

hope is dead and nothing is left within

driven by hate

to another empty place

where we just work and procreate

worn to the bone we die and get replaced

afraid of a life in vain

i'm choking on the air i can't breathe

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 up from my grave

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?

driven by hate

to another empty place

where we just work and procreate

worn to the bone we die and get replaced

afraid of a life in vain

i'm choking on the air i can't breathe

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 up from my grave