You're a cold and violent wind
You're an enemy amongst a sea of friends, who will not soon forget your face
You're a worm inside a bird
You're the voice that calls for help that's never heard
You linger on your words...what to say?
You're a creek in need of rain
You're the showers that came just a day too late
The drought that dried the lake
But look what you have done. Do you see what you've become?
You communicate. And its already begun
You're the dead fur on a coat
You're the antidote that can but won't be sold
The cough inside a cold
You're the emptiness in black
You're the stolen gold inside a robbers sack who will not give you back. No, no
But look what you have done. Do you see what you've become?
You communicate. And its already begun
You're the ghost inside this room
You're the soul who lost its way, we must a**ume
And you won't be leaving soon