كلمات 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