Out of a secret longing
They know their way from here
Out of a growing dream
They follow the road we create

I see what I've cut behind me
Lost on the bottom you often found me there
False conscience is beyond me
Lost in the backwoods I lie open to you here
Just leave me here

These men [bad word] hard
But you keep down your voices
Living only to judge heavy
All mysteries aside there was a [bad word] outside

Leave me here and I'm born again
Leave me here in this void again
Now I am open left for dead
Just like [bad word] in the end