Reeling like a boat on the crest of a wave
(I know) the bark's peeled back, built to decay
(And so) the current's left to carry me downstream
(Drowning from the weight)

The hourglass sits underneath the ebb (and flow)
The tendrils grip and I stop to feel (them grow)
The current's left to carry me downstream
Drowning from the weight

Pariahs fed to piranhas at sail
Our marks on driftwood prevail
The pre-conceived notions, we're destined to fail
You can't float when the baggage weighs you down
And the shore is all you want to see

I need more than survival
Grasp for something that's vital

I need more than survival
Grasp for something that's vital
Shine a light to break through the night
Then I'll carry on my own