Sitting by the lake
Life as imaginary
As silhoutte in the lake
Mistaken for this weird guy
Called God
Seems like he's got his reflection in the sky
Sitting on the harbor
Unreal that
Boats have found their anchors
And their destinations
Surreal too
Encouraging expels truancy
But swaying with the dreams
Life turns to a warm nuance
Bringing up the destroyed
To be achievers
Life's is a volcano
If you can handle the molten lava
Under the incandescence of volcanic rocks
Find litany spoken by the ashen face
Drowned in the loch
You'll be safe inside