Feeding the ma-chine
From the inner cage I made my body
My son is staring at a sun that's still to come
But go figure it all was it worth searching far beyond
Scratching the surface
From the inner grave I built my country
My love I finally found the one I belong to
But go figure it all was it worth waiting for so long?
To become the stone…?
Follow me here I'm on my way back
Crimson, we've become the stone and time may come
See the man I've become
And follow the child inside until he's grown up
Before he goes away
Memories and expectations
All is moving in so similar ways
Small rooms or huge surroundings
There no use when you are the missing
I think I'm getting used to - the fear of getting used to
I think I'm getting used to - the fear of loving for two
Follow me here I'm on my way back home
Or then bury me here or take my hand back stronger…
Follow me here I'm on my way back home
You can bury me here or take my hand back stronger…
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