| Will he look? Must I always come and go in distress? |
| I forget -- I can’t escape behind the shape of my chest |
| And as a matter of fact |
| Either way I serve it |
| I am bound to a trap |
| Of two determined landscapes |
| So I’m bound to attack like a River: |
| Reflect |
| Disconnect |
| Deliver |
| All I’ve wanted for the place I live |
| Is the same for this vessel I’m in: |
| A body of water |
| Whole |
| Alone |
| Free |
| Feeling nothing, it will pool inside of me |
| Resting my hands after I fought |
| To resurrect what I forgot |
| New hands appeared before my eyes |
| To move the dirt again |
| 1. I just keep coming out to myself |
| 2. I just keep coming out to myself |
| It just keeps coming |
| Now, when I look in the mirror |
| It’s not as hard to tell myself |
| The good things that I want to hear |
| But the problem slips from foul lips -- |
| And the misunderstanding of an ownership |
| «FAMILY» doesn’t mean you can touch |
| And «JUST JOKING» is not a reason enough for me to |
| Not bite but be polite |
| And if you don’t «see it coming,» |
| Then you better think twiceee ~ |
| All I’ve wanted for the place I live |
| Is respect for this vessel I’m in: |
| A body of water |
| Wild |
| Immense |
| Untame |
| Teach me how to be unseen as something to claim |
| Just when I thought I had run into a standstill |
| How suddenly there was a door! |
| Here it comes -- a current |
| Can you feel it rushing through |
| Despite all its power, I’ve learned it’s best |
| To shut my mouth and yet |
| The pressure will come- |
| Enough with exposition! |
| Get to the heart of it, no matter |
| What you started with |
| If you don’t want it |
| You can reset it |