Brash enters the cloaker of secrets

Hides swiftly the screws from their seekers

Loose ship runs aground in a storm

Wrenching apart the floor boards, so

So keep suspicious now

End trust, end talking it out

Floating a-drifting around

Is a natural state, embrace it

Tripped on a symbol , floating

Mutant resemble, floating

Lose in our own lines, floating

We question our lives, floating, bloating

Nothing is quite like a one-way trip

Still brash, a floral sensation

Smells nice when comforting sages

Scores spent on crushing our doubts

I don't care, I don't mind, I don't

Quite feel like it's the easiеst passage in the world

So what if I want flowers at my gravеside?

Rejecting cynicism

Tripped on a symbol, floating

Mutant resemble, floating

Lose in our own lives, floating

We question our lines, floating, bloating

Gloating, cloaking

Hiding from ourselves 'til we can no more ring the bell for service

Than we can reserve the flow of traffic down a one-way street with our hand