Gravity is like this key to all your problems.
There's these strings that battle me in a colloseum of my own subconscience
Come forth of an Adams Eve, It's like you all forgot this.
No more waiting for it, with sharp eyes I'm aiming forward.
Crossed tides got me changing torrents, hostile in the name of bordem.
We've all costed lives while remaining cordial.

I'm no weak man.
I'm in the deep end again and it seems my freedom depends on if I can pretend that nothings wrong.
How much longer can we suffer for.
Can you see there's another door and another door with a subtle voice.
I've drowned in these thunderstorms.
Until they call me lover boy.
Heart ripped out on the jungle floor.
I'm still coming for you.