If I were the ocean I would dry myself In disbelief and disgrace Sweep away the venom set on our path behind Pull your face to the deep once again Do you recognize my darkest I? Flames all around Burning guilt and drawing demise Flames all around Burning guilt and drawing demise These corridors now painted of cyan and blue For we're recreated,a salvation in bloom This is our last will before dusk Drowning in cyan, rushing headlong to the void Meditate and go astray in new grace I'll bring enlightment through your clouded lies A torch bearer against the tide Now arised These corridors now painted of cyan and blue For we're recreated, a salvation in bloom This is our last will If I were vast as the oceans are I would sorely spread myself