Broken people get recycled and I hope that I will. Sometimes we're thrown off our pathways what I thought was my way home wasn't the place I know I'm certain nothing's certain what we own becomes our prison my possessions will be gone back to where they came from
Blame, no one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls here comes the Flood again
See the rock that you hold onto is it gonna save you when the earth begins to crumble? why d'you feel you have to hold on? imagine if you let go
Blame, no one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls here comes the Flood again
Wash away the weight that pulls you down Ride the waves that free you from the dust/dusk?
don't trust your eyes its easy to believe them know in your heart that you can leave your prison
don't trust your mind it's not always listening turn on the lights and feel the ancient rhythm
don't trust your eyes its easy to believe them know in your heart that you can leave your prison
Blame, no one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls here comes the Flood again