The sun beats down upon me A blistered walk uncovers The sounds of finality No truths to be told to the father
Choose to let go Deny your one sense of self And join the wind
II. what is
III. revoke/restore
When they all fall down You may find yourself Wishing that you had Joined to soil first But now we brave the storm Cracked and dry and worn Stare towards the sky The greater loss is nigh
Ignore, the sense of ignorance Remove, unsound neutrality Revoke Restore We saw, this coming long ago Our blood, will never wash away Common ground is lost No common ground for us None