This is the world and it loves the darkness much more than light 
But if the light [bad word] darkness, we will be living as deep cries out to deep

How can you know your freedom when all you have been doing is tasting everyone else's repentance?

Is my head in the clouds, that my heart not be set down here in a world where everyone else needs someone else's burden? 

Because the rain falls down on top of mountains, and when [bad word] down, it drips back into the sea
When this begins again, they will call this life 
When we look back again, we will say that all we ever knew was liberation
Because this is a circle, but this circle is widening out