Letra de 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