My Own Maker

Another day of sin
 Hope is dead and nothing's 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 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
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 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 breathe
 Am I an image of God?
 Or does the Devil have his hands in me
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 Dying, I'm dying
 Dying, I'm dying
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 Pull me from the grave