The was is pure and newly sown It keeps on growing the things you thought you knew
The moon is in the eye oft he strangers mind Collective thoughts that drives us blind Forget the higher ground that you used to walk upon It's nothing more than a pale old disbelief
Into the light Into the white The was is whipping out your life From the past From the dark The was is whipping out your life
It does not weaken as the mind seem to forget The was is all coming back out of proportion