I was holding my words with my faith
But they were holding me to the grave, safe
As if this heart of belief
Could be soil for a flower to grow without a seed
I was making my way from the scene
When it occurred to me relief
It's like it forgot what it means
To just inhale and exhale and breathe free
Those cogs inside of me were oiled and built by
That same old force that old St. Peter had lied by
And what i've never been told
Was that something unseen could in fact make a machine in me
For month after month i could feel
The movement inside me that never was really
What i had foreseen in me
It was a poison that thinned down my words
Those cogs inside of me were oiled and built by
That same old force that old St. Peter had lied by
And what i've never been told
Was that something unseen could in fact make a machine in me