So now we are untied
We ate ourselves alive
Gave up the gift
With our arms open wide
You can see
Through the hole
In our pride
And we are quite like the trees
Who eat their own fruit
Some plant the seed
Some water the root
The level of water
Continues to rise
When it reaches your heart
You'll finally be wise
To answer the question
To tell us the truth
Some follow the river
And some follow suit
Rolling out carpet
Of Crimson to ride
We are not the ones
With impossible dreams
It's true if you think you can fly
We are in a circle, a paradox scene
Our feathers are stuck in our eyes
Rolling out carpet
Of crimson to ride