Ebonivory The Machine
Where do I begin?
What's under my bed is under my skin
It's all too familiar;
Growing pains and growing fears
Perched on a wall between here and the sea
I'm told others fall; it won't happen to me
Don't believe in anything
How could I know?
With so far to go
All that I know
Is I'm forced to grow
The years I've been here
With nothing to show
And all that I've learned
Is I'm born to serve;
The Machine turns
Don't face it now
Don't face it now
Because you're nowhere near where you wanted to be
And ten more years from now
You're going to ask yourself;
Are you running scared or running free?
How should I know?
With so far to go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
All that I've learned
Is I'm born to serve;
The Machine turns
