Lyrics

My grave is empty now Clawing at the lid, I'm free somehow Resurrected; coffin closed Dead and lifeless; decomposed I am the one who will see, for I am the end I am the one that is over and over again Cutting, amputation, cast aside Killing, mutilating, open wide And I'm ready now As we live somehow Nothing less devout Used up, spit out God of the faded I am just wasting away I'm never running, I am the one who will stay ​ Endless repetition, only friend Zero ammunition, bitter end And I'm ready now As we live somehow Nothing less devout Used up, spit out Spit out [Solo: Matt Sorg] I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out Outstretched hand; reaching up Touching nothing; thoughts corrupt Outstretched hand, reaching up Touching nothing, thoughts corrupt I am nowhere, writhe in doubt Hell used me up and spit me out Never wanted to be I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out Never mattered to me I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out What it's like to be free I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out Now it's so plain to see That I'm used up, I'm used up I'm spit out