You'll listen with open ears, and drown in peace with me
Please, don’t hesitate

There is a reservoir for us where we'll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We're solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it’s melting

Suffering is something we've outgrown in our adolescence
Moral compasses will direct us to our flawed detriment

There is a reservoir for us where we'll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We're solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it's melting

Will this pen be the dagger that writes your last goodbye?
And severs the ties to your body?
Let the salt and darkness fill your old lungs
Your old lungs