Verse 1: Still, rendered helpless from the shifts will. Spilling out, pleading for just one tip or tilt. Across the desperate plane, through the clutches of the worlds reign. Why have you slain the justice that I seek?
Chorus: O how I long for a canvas that has not yet been painted. Seems so undeserved, for a conviction to be shunned and betrayed by the ones who gave them life. Let us not turn our backs, be ashamed or deny. Come on, listen to the sounds that surround your ears, gather close for what lies near, let yourself be consumed by Love.
Verse 2: Time is never willing to lend its hands for need. A pool that stands in motion, a want that strains against the stream. Why have you cursed the waters that I drink?