Broken people get recycled
and I hope that I will.
Sometimes we're thrown off our pathways
what I thought was my way home
wasn't the place I know
I'm certain nothing's certain
what we own [bad word] our prison
my possessions will be gone
back to where they came from

Blame, no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls [bad word] the Flood again

See the rock that you hold onto
is it gonna save you
when the earth begins to [bad word] 
why d'you feel you have to hold on?
imagine if you let go

Blame, no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls [bad word] the Flood again

Wash away the weight that pulls you down
Ride the waves that free you from the dust/dusk?

don't [bad word] your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave your prison

don't [bad word] your mind
it's not always listening
turn on the lights
and feel the ancient rhythm

don't [bad word] your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave your prison

Blame, no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls [bad word] the Flood again