Feeding the machinenFrom this inner cage I made my bodynMy son is staring at a sun that’s still to comenBut go figure it all, was it worth searching far beyond?nnScratching the surface nFrom this inner grave I built my countrynMy love, i finally found the one I belong tonBut go figure it all, was it worth waiting for so nlong?nTo become the stone...?nnFollow me here, I’m on my way back (home)nCrimson, we’ve become the stone and time may comenSee the man I’ve becomenAnd follow the child inside until he’s grown upnBefore he goes awaynnMemories and expectationsnAll is moving in so similar waysnSmall rooms or huge surroundingsnThere’s no use when you are the missingnI think I’m getting used to – the fear of getting used to younI think we’re getting used to – the fear of living for twonnFollow me here I’m on my way back home or nthen bury me here or take my hand back nstronger...nnFollow me here I’m on my way back home,nyou can bury me here or take my hand back stronger...