The Devil's Grip - Blood of the Martyrs

Who am I

I hate when I ask myself

I feel like I should be alright, but I’m not

Gut wrenching nervousness overwhelms

What have I become?

This man in the glass his days are done, as you can see and tell I hate when I

ask myself,

Do I live and stand for something?

I had a good heart once

I had a good heart once

Surrounded by a sea of faces

but cut off from human affection

Will I live this life alone

forever searching for a home?

Always denying what I needed,

It’s never too late until your bleeding.

I should feel right, but I swear I don’t

Well I must start again, this is not who I am

Take a deep breath and look within it’s in the past

I can’t change what’s done yesterday’s dead and gone

But I’ve got today and I will make the best of it

I MUST START AGAIN

Who am I?

Now that my armors been worn through

A dull blade and I’m losing sight, but Im not giving in to the lies that consume

These lies insult me

This man in the glass his days are done as you can see and tell I hate when I

ask myself,

do I live and stand for something?

I had a good heart once

So much to do, where do I even start

I’ve become a soulless husk

A mindless drone from dawn to dusk,

I’ve lost sight of it all

So much to do, where do I even start

Please atone me for my crime

So filled with malice and hate

I’m stuck in this calloused state

Well who am I now that my life has been worn through

A dull blade and I’m losing sight but I’m not giving in to the lies

Well I must start again, this is not who I am

Take a deep breath and look within it’s in the past

I can’t change what’s done yesterday’s dead and gone

But I’ve got today and I will make the best of it

Who am I, now that my armors been worn through?

A dull blade and I’m losing sight but I’m not giving into the lies