Looking around, everything I see
It seems to lose its color
Don't know what's become of me
Barely alive, how did I survive
One day just like the other
So I'm gonna cut these strings
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I've got the breath in me
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
My body is here but somewhere along the way
It's never too late to be found
Waiting on someone to pick me up
But it won't bring me down
Cause I'm gonna cut these strings
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I've got the breath in me
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine
I've got the breath in me
I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine