I'm having these feelings of rage.
They are fighting to [bad word] me.
They are trying to take control.
Make me blind and chase my senses from me.

Once again I'm at a point in my life.
Where I hope to claim a piece of me.
Sometimes I feel like redemption is my enemy.
My enemy. My enemy. My enemy. My enemy.

Inside I feel empty and I can't even begin to tell you why.
On paper my life looks great but you'll never know the written words are lies.

Once again I'm at a point in my life.
Where I hope to claim a piece of me.
Sometimes I feel like redemption is my enemy.
My enemy. My enemy. My enemy. My enemy.

Once again I'm at a point in my life.
Where I hope to claim a piece of me.
Sometimes I feel like redemption is my enemy.

Once again I'm at a point in my life.
Where I hope to claim a piece of me.
Sometimes I feel like redemption is my enemy.
My enemy. My enemy. My enemy. My enemy.

Sometimes I feel like redemption is my enemy.
My enemy. My enemy. My enemy. My enemy.