Man, born Locked down by water Hear the rustle spat out from the corner As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea
Sheer bliss The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale
We must be born anew To paint our portraits like the way we are We must learn to breathe again To reach the core of patterns in our souls
Maybe we are something we are not It gives us a reason to be The spine of our soulless approach That gives us a reason to die
Grand your light to the sun And turn your back on the shells At the shores, the sea
Sow your seeds into the soil And recall the ideas that we shared In the years that we spent to progress
Oversee to be free, mesmerize And try to embrace the arms that come forth By the days of resurgence stream
Change me Drain all blood from the wounds And sleep your woes, slumbering Shed your skin and swim Right into the arms of the sea
The waves lifting, rising from the oceans The undertow breaths again As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea
The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale
Maybe we are something we are not That gives us a reason to be The spine of our mental approach That gives us a reason to liveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.