| I've been running in circles.
searching for my ends.
Yeah money is the absence,
of absolute and greed.
So cracks spill upon the sea.
And droughts flood the life in me.
No truth bares a fool of hearts.
Twisting words to fit this,
unfinished phrase.
We each reap what we sow,
so the prophet says.
So cracks spill upon the sea.
And droughts flood the life in me.
No truth bares a fool of hearts.
...and into the flame...
...and into the flame...
...and into the flames...
