The fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet. Bending there in my direction.

I wrapped a hand around it's stem, I pulled until the roots gave in. Finding now what I've been missing, and I know.

So I tell myself, tell myself it's wrong, there's a point we pass from which we can't return!
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm, all because you!

I haven't slept in so long, when I do I dream, of drowning in the ocean!
Longing for the shore, where I can lay my head down.
I'll follow your voice! All you have to do is: Shout it out!


                                            -RiseAgainst