Concealed Machine

Everyone destroys the thing they love
but with you I thought I could lay disease to rest
stop trying to put love to the test
my dreams refuse to be second guessed
No life support machine

I don't need prozac or blind faith
to reconstruct a world that's safe
how many moments lost in fear of pain
just teardrops falling in the rain

I get so sick of the things I feel
scratching the surface to get to what's real
I wont be part of your sad concealed
machine.

Your concealed machine.