Machine

Do you feel, like a stone andinking on your own?
Through the chapters of your story, the calm before the storm.
Are you stuck, in a rage, that even you can fake?
From what’s burning deep inside, I open up my eyes.
And I’m strong, your words will not break.
A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on.
But I still, hear you calls, for a reason to hold on.
I’ve become numb, so numb.
And I’m strong, your words will not break.
A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on.
And I’ll turn, away.
And I’m strong, your words will not break.
A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on.