Machine - Pandorum

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.