Lyrics Every Blade - Chamber

Every Blade

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