the power in our hands is like a blinding light to our eyes,
whenever mankind tries to lie,
tries to invent worthy life.
what we created will just overshadow
what’s alive through the broken one,
broken and sacrificed, anchor and fountain of life.

inevitable stream of a feeling;
anyone who resists being born?
godsend gifts to reign over creation,
but our tower reaches into the sky.
take care not to drown
and break your shackles and swim,
cause we’re all floating facedown.

and on the other hand we try to find
something that lasts;
a stone-cold fever casts this night,
tainted dreams the haze of fight.
now tear down and destroy all the walls and towers
that we build up.
fame is our intention to keep us from being scattered,
so destroy all the walls in front of us and
beware of everything that’s just feeding their lies;

right at the waterfalls we’re floating all facedown.