As we stray from stream,
The current has swept us from all our reality,
Drowning in the evaporating ground,
Soil begins to take away the vacancy,
Leaving you to feel completely empty,
You start to fill to the brim,
But once it tips, you have to start all over again,
When will it end, when will it stop,
The rush of sickness goes from bottom to the top,
Strike the nerve, cut all feelings,
Shake and tremble,
This is never ending hunger will now reassemble,
This river runs upward from trough to peak,
Follow this dreading path till you reach the blood creek,
There you will find yourself in the water's reflection,
In your eyes you will lead you in the right direction,
Get back to who you were,
The past condemns us now,
Future lights will shine once more,
At the end of the tunnel,
Reach for the imaginary end,
This river that flows through Arcadia,
Cutting right across the feasting mind,
Entering the peace of heart and that you never be able to find.
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