My Own Maker Songtext
von Impending Doom

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
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

Dying, I'm dying
Dying, I′m dying
Pull me from the grave