Fall into the flood of your awakening
Drown; you're just a trace of what I used, to be
Waging the battle for appreciation you'll never win
Behold the army that will hearken with open souls
A tiny voice of pester softer than a drop of a pin
And so naive in thinking you were the source you told
I was composing the beginning before you had begun
Where did you sharpen such a tongue for the sound you spill?
I want the honor for the favor that I've already won
Without the ignorant deduction that you reveal
Give me the pain of something real
No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising
Give in a way that I can feel
When you disgrace me, I want to see your eyes burn
Fall into the flood of your awakening
You wrote the words you couldn't stomach, manifesting with breath
I read the thoughts you never questioned would show your face
If confrontation were to wake and rear its ugly head
I get the feeling you'd be wanting it all erased
This simple gossip is your only definition of life
And what a vacant purpose taking it to your grave
There is no threat of loss in hearing the slant you cry
Oh, what a fool; to think you fell on the mass you crave
Give me the pain of something real
No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising
Give in a way that I can feel
When you disgrace me, I want to see your eyes burn
Fall into the flood of your awakening
Drown; you're just a trace of what I used to be
Awaken, from the delusion of validity
Awaken, into the truth of how it used to be
Awaken
Awaken, from the delusion of validity
Awaken, into the truth of how it used to be
Awaken
Awaken, from the delusion of validity
Awaken, into the truth of how it used to be
Awaken
Awaken, from the delusion of validity
Awaken, into the truth of how it used to be
Awaken
Fall into the flood of your awakening
Drown; you're just a trace of what I used to be
Awaken
Awaken
Awaken
Awaken