A.N. The words are slow these days, sorry.
You turned my heart into a war machine
Oiled the engines and watched it bleed
Cut it down in the prime of the fight
But it’s resurrected. I’ve come back to life.
You never thought that I could be this strong
But I’ve moulded armour to prove that you’re wrong
And now that’s I’ve started my engines again
I’m coming for you. This is your end.