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It washes me, my shelter slides away.
No subtlety.
Do you feel like your another?
It filters me, and the colour drains.
Erasing me.
Do you realise your another?
Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.
Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.
Do you feel like everybody else?
Nothing special, nothing sacred.
Do you see how your just another?
Here I am like all before, your all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.
Even if I could fly above, it's all the same.
Descend to the fire,
descend to the choir,
descend to the mire.
Dead seeds are sewn.
Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.
Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.