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.