Broken people get recycled
and I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
what I thought was my way home
wasn’t the place I know
No, I’m not afraid of changing,
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

flush away the weight that pulls you down
Light the ways that freed from the dust

[flush away the weight that pulls you down]
don’t [bad word] your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave a prison

[Light the ways that free from the dusk]
don’t [bad word] your mind
its not always listening
turn on the lights
and feel the ancient rhythm

don’t [bad word] your eyes
its easy to believe them [no one is to blame]
know in your heart [as natural as the rain]
that you can leave your prison [bad word] the Flood again]

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