the power in our hands is like a blinding light to our
eyes, whenever mankind tries to lie, tries to invent
worthy life. what we created will just overshadow
what’s alive through the broken one, broken and
sacrificed, anchor and fountain of life. - inevitable
stream of a feeling; anyone who resists being born?
godsend gifts to reign over creation, but our tower
reaches into the sky. take care not to drown and break
your shackles and swim, cause we’re all floating
facedown. - and on the other hand we try to find
something that lasts; a stone-cold fever casts this
night, tainted dreams the haze of fight. now tear
down and destroy all the walls and towers that we
build up. fame is our intention to keep us from being
scattered, so destroy all the walls in front of us and
beware of everything that’s just feeding their lies;
cause our tower reaches into the sky - right at the
waterfalls we’re floating all facedown.

2. timothy 3.2