Patrice - The Maker Akkoorden

This is after the guns are drawn

After dusk has turned to dawn

This is the calm after the storm

It's a brand new morn

This is after you beat your chest

And you talk how you're the baddest and the best

After we've put it all to the test

And we kill the rot and leave the rest

This is after the gloves come off

After the puppy show the bluff

When we check what we are made of

The fabric and the cloth

Only what make' me

Can break me

Only what makes me

And you're not my maker

Only what make' me

Can break me

Only what make me

And you're not my maker

My pain's consuming me from the inside

The line got crossed so far it's out of sight

Delusions rule my mind

Should I just leave it all behind?

Or should I give it some more time?

It looks so foolish to be trying

To keep something alive that has lost its will to live

There's so much more I wanna give

Only what make' me

Can break me

Only what make me

And you're not my maker

This is the moment of truth

And you have lots of things to prove

I have been wrongly accused

And soon you will make your move

You're about to become old news

Your god is hating me

I wasn't built to loose

I won't, I don't, I don't need you

Only what make' me

Can break me

Only what make me

Only what make' me

Can break me

Only what make me

And you're not my maker

(Only what make' me)

(Can break me)

(Only what make' me)

(Can break me)

And you're not my maker

(Only what make' me)

(Can break me)

(Only what make' me)