Born into a world built for someone else Obfuscate the rules, obfuscate your will Speak the way we say to speak Think the way we say to think
Comfort yourself with all your discomfort Be intimate with all your displeasures Act the way we say to act Kill the way we say to kill yourself
All of your pain so easily repressed All of your trauma made our munition
A mouthful of sand, each grain a wound We drink this desert flesh and you call it water A mouthful of bone broken by ourselves We eat of nothing and you say it's sustenance
We pray for a storm to empty us of shame We pray for a tide to take away the guilt Beg for a tempest to drown our foes We pray for rain to feel something else
We pray for a storm to empty us of pain We pray for a tide to ease the exhaustion We beg for a tempest to drown our fears We pray for rain. . .
Gold in our eyes Become the rain
Forced into a world made for someone else Steal all your pleasures, hide all your passions Unbending and unbroken Mend every wound—the storm approachesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
