Trapped in this invention, powered by my own demise
Like a fool I keep on thinking I can chop it down to size
But the inventions only purpose is to return my every blow
Battle locked forever, with me my only foe
Well maybe this is a disease, maybe there's no cure
To cure me is to kill me, of that I'm all too sure
Why do you sit there watching? Why do you only stare?
Can't you come and help me can't you get me out?
Or is this just my cross to bear, no matter how I shout?
Or maybe this is a disease, maybe there's no cure
To cure me is to kill me, of that I'm all too sure
credits
from Blasphemy,
released October 23, 2015
Jeremy Schantz, Lyrics, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar,
Nate Cohn, Drums
Kevin Nunn, Bass Guitar
Richard Johnson, Lead Guitar
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