It washes me, my shelter slides away.

No subtlety.

Do you feel like your another?



It filters me, and the colour drains.

Erasing me.

Do you realise your another?



Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.

I feel so weighed down.

Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.



Do you feel like everybody else?

Nothing special, nothing sacred.

Do you see how your just another?



Here I am like all before, your all the same to me.

I feel so weighed down.

Even if I could fly above, it's all the same.



Descend to the fire,

descend to the choir,

descend to the mire.



Dead seeds are sewn.



Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.

I feel so weighed down.

Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.