Crawl, from a crack inside a wall onto a floor that turns to crystal thorns Then repeat, anew, reborn Drown, in a sculptured sea of sound Endless pretension in surround I need to cut ties all around Drift, from this conflict I will lift another plane I could exist on From up here I see no rifts For now, I hover low invisible, unknown and you might never know just how far I would go to change all that you know to one consistent flow and maybe then you'll see what all this means to me