I am on a battlefield Metal leaning towards the sky Surrounded by little rocks and oceans Protecting our natural beating hearts
Am I made of stone? It feels strange Enchanted by the elegance of iron
Working in my veins Pushing, all pushing the same
Battles on my arms, my cheeks, my eyelids A little man crying on my nose tip War sounds rumbling in my eardrums Thunderstorms are rolling in on us
You see I've come to love The machine in me
I love every scratch and every shade On the machine in me
I care for those who get The machine in me
I will not lose The machine in me
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