Lyrics to Sentinel
Born into a life of luxory
Born into a life of war
Seeing what my genius was used for
I've decided to give something more
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will?
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will to survive?
I've put these people in danger with the weapons I create
Once the merchant of death
Now an advocate of peace
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
Sentinel
My creation and I are in sync
My creation and I are in sync
Bonded the soul to the machine
Born into a life of luxory
Born into a life of war
Seeing what my genius was used for
I've decided to give something more
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will?
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will to survive?
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
Sentinel
Born into a life of war
Seeing what my genius was used for
I've decided to give something more
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will?
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will to survive?
I've put these people in danger with the weapons I create
Once the merchant of death
Now an advocate of peace
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
Sentinel
My creation and I are in sync
My creation and I are in sync
Bonded the soul to the machine
Born into a life of luxory
Born into a life of war
Seeing what my genius was used for
I've decided to give something more
My mind, my body, my mortality
I've found purpose
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will?
What really makes a man a man?
Is it love? Loss? or his will to survive?
Looking in
I can now reach and touch the sky
Sentinel
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