Every Blade - Chamber

You may now break me into pieces, bend me as you wish

Terrified of leaving, helpless in your grip

Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching

It doesn’t matter how it used to be

Pieces of bone dig their way out of your skin

Sickened by the confines of the cage they were held in

Clinging to the fragile concept

Of a heaven you will never see or touch

Every blade seems to barely miss your spine

By the grace of God, you’ll never die

Every prayer falls short of God’s cynical ears

Every prayer falls short of God’s cynical ears

Every prayer falls short of God’s cynical ears

Every prayer falls short

I was relieved on the day that they put you in that cage

Chained up like an animal, you rot away