Machine

I was holding my words with my faith

But they were holding me to the grave, safe

As if this heart of belief

Could be soil for a flower to grow without a seed

I was making my way from the scene

When it occurred to me relief

It's like it forgot what it means

To just inhale and exhale and breathe free

Those cogs inside of me were oiled and built by

That same old force that old St. Peter had lied by