Caught in a landslide
Losing belief
Give in your power
Trust in the machine

Storm
Running the deep
Bury the root
Sprouting the beast
Cold
Crushing it down
Given the space
Drip is the feed

Hearing the voices I expected they'd come for me
Given the choice I thought that they'd comfort me
But they don't
But they don't
But they don't
But they don't

Keep falling backward
Land on your feet
Still running faster
Refusing defeat

Crawl
Blood on your knees
Follow a dream
Affinity
Dig
Rising above
Over the peak
High is achieved

Hearing the voices I expected they'd come for me
Given the choice I thought that they'd comfort me
But they don't
But they don't
But they don't
But they don't

Give me all you've got
Wipe the dirt off my face
Give me all you've got
Or become a disgrace
Give me all you've got

Paranoia
Selfish need to mutilate
Schizophrenic
Chaos syndrome in disgrace

Wipe the dirt off my face
Lay your trust into my bloody hands
I know that you'll understand

Hostile
Proliferation of the sick
Devour
Annihilation of the meek

Wipe the dirt off my face
Pay for me to beat you to the ground
Bury you above it now