Keep it locked inside like a regeneration
A penitent form of objectification
Rise to the edge over and over again
Always up inside, denied and debated
Until the rector's claim is torn and faded
Out like the sun
Cold fingers left grasping for life
Turn your faces to the sun
And stare into the crux of our survival
Trudge forward toward those sacred sounds
It's all just rain
Like a shift in sight or a flawed perception
When you're up all night
Breaking out in a new direction
It's a crisis of shame
So throw all your dogma away
Turn your faces to the sun
And stare into the crux of our survival
Trudge forward toward those sacred sounds
It's all just rain
And the fractured reprisals
Have taken all the evidence away
You steered around all the secrets
Until the object retracts in despair
And no more grief can afflict you
To start believing you were never there
While the rain compiles all your sorrows
You fight the earth as you stand on your own
And I can feel your rejection
Just like a dream that will never be shown
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
