Feeding the machine   From this inner cage I made my body   My son is staring at a sun that’s still to come   But go figure it all, was it worth searching far beyond?      Scratching the surface    From this inner grave I built my country   My love, i finally found the one I belong to   But go figure it all, was it worth waiting for so    long?   To become the stone...?      Follow me here, I’m on my way back (home)   Crimson, we’ve become the stone and time may come   See the man I’ve become   And follow the child inside until he’s grown up   Before he goes away      Memories and expectations   All is moving in so similar ways   Small rooms or huge surroundings   There’s no use when you are the missing   I think I’m getting used to – the fear of getting used to you   I think we’re getting used to – the fear of living for two      Follow me here I’m on my way back home or    then bury me here or take my hand back    stronger...      Follow me here I’m on my way back home,   you can bury me here or take my hand back stronger...