The Machine - Ebonivory

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