A.B.M.(Apathy breeding machine)

Falling back to the mold they once forced me, This world, media, trying to suffocate me with all its arsenal of fear, loathing and apathy. It tries to kill my new-found identity.

Chorus: I want to see Your face, Give me life through your grace, I just want to be me, free from this world´s expectancy.

An changing non-conformist, thats what I choose to be, and there is something I would choose you to see. You dont have to sell out your hopes, your dreams your goals but just acceptant through renewing of your mind.

Bridge: With Christ, we strive, to find our identity. At cross, youll find, you dont have to be like me.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION