Born, free
Forever regressing
To a state of total self-doubt

Searching for what it is to be

Wander, disconnected

Disillusioned, medicated
Cracking under the pressure
Mere shells of what we were born to be


There is a way, step back, start over
Open your eyes


Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty


Crawling, mutilated
Withered, broken-hearted


This was not meant to be your fate
Your integrity is wasting away

There is still time
There is still time


Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty
Gaze into the fires that defined you

Be one, be yourself