My Own Maker Lyrics

Another day of sin, hope is dead and nothing's 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.
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?

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.
Dying, I'm dying. Dying, I'm dying. Pull me up from my grave.