It feels so wrong stuck down in the web we weave

Tear apart the way we are and do it so well

Our peace of mind left in piecesHolding your head in hands and the world′s watching today

Feeling like an empty room

Nothing ever fits, but I will find my way, resume

Who am I staring at?

All I've wanted and more, living beyond the door

Right behind the front door

Painting the patterns I′ve become within my eyes

Murals fade, but lessons they sow

And as the paths we wander have shown

Our hearts will grow

Beauty wades within the sound soul

I've said so long (so long) to sanity

Picked apart the way I am but living to tell

The surgery of mending pieces

Is hanging over me and the world's watching today

Yeah, this is still life, make it mine

Used to do it all the time

Dust off your shoulders through it

Yeah, this is still life (make it mine)

I used to do it all the time

Sick of living low

I gotta let the feeling go

Painting the patterns I′ve become within my eyes

Murals fade, but lessons they sow

And as the paths we wander have shown

Our hearts will grow

Beauty wades within the sound soul

Yeah, this is still life, make it mine

Used to do it all the time

Dust off your shoulders through it

(Yeah, this is still life) make it mine

Used to do it all the time

Sick of living low

I gotta pick me off the floor

Stay in the upright

One second, one day, one step

Just keep moving

One step, keep moving

Keep your head up high

One second, one day, one step

You′re not on your own

Not on your own

I'm feeling like an empty room

No, nothing ever fits, but I will find my way, resume

Oh, I will find my way to resume

Who am I staring at? (All I′ve wanted and more)

Yeah, living behind the door

Right behind the front door

Must I lay here as a product of the world I never leave?

I can see

My life is crashing down, it's been a while

My mind is racing for a million miles

The machine is turning me

Just imagine the damage that′s done

When you fly with wax wings in the sun

The past is present, I'm not in denial

It′s holding on like it's an infant child

The machines are, the machines are turning me

(The machines are turning me, oh)

The past is present, I'm not in denial

It′s holding on like it′s an infant child

The machines are, the machines are turning me

The machines are, the machines are turning me (oh)

The machines are turning me