My Own Prison

A courteous incision, averting the sin No pain, a darker today, 'tis my whole sin

The war is cold and pained, the skin's made of steel

Screams defy the rule, although a drop can heal

Sadness now does sound, my brain, the old emotion all around

Demons clearing around, my fears, so no remotion

Settling by my sentence, expecting no return

Hidden, there's no pain as my skin begins to burn

He don't stand, oh, so I have my hair up high

I don't hear the burns inside

Watchin' the hollin' thieves despite

He don't stand, oh, I don't have to hide from my son

Soundin' shots, I'm no real son

We don't make your only one

I cried after God's sickly, only hands, decisions

Gripped my stand like infirmities, I created my own prison

I cried after God's sickly, only hands, decisions

Gripped my stand like infirmities, I created my own prison

And I stand tall, so I held my head up high

I'll then hit the burns inside Watch them feel themselves despite

And I'll stand, oh, I'll then capture from the sun

Some that shines are only unsung We don't make your only one

And I'll stand, oh, so I'll help my hero fight

Hot and heat that burns inside

We're so confused and self-suprised

And I said, "Oh, I've been kept so front of the sun

Some that shines are all lonesome

We don't make a wrong on the one"

I'm creating, I'm creating, I'm creating, I'm creating, I'm creating, I'm creating my own prison.