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Sometimes, for a of bliss
And the passion, we're
a message we miss
Sometimes when, the left alone
We must in something to find if we've grown

Tragic reflex, shattered
progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, psalm

Swept with the tide
(Swept with the tide)
the holes in my hands
(Through the in my hands)
Crown of at my side
(Crown of at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the

Sometimes, if perfectly still
You can the virgin weeping
For the savior of will
Sometimes, your in the air
And the you're seeking, are the crosses you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed
Weeping crosses, eyes
addict, faith disguised

Swept with the tide
(Swept away the tide)
Through the in my hands
(Through the in my hands, yeah)
of thorns at my side
(Crown of at my side)
lines in the sand

We fabricate our demons, them into our homes
Have with the aliens and fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons, the den of thieves
Frightened our closets, then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness, there is a crying
Living comes much easier, once we admit, we're

Sometimes, in the of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor and for hatred's sake
Sometimes we, we dig an early and crucify our instincts
For the we couldn't save

Sometimes a view from sinless
Centers our perspective and our cries
Sometimes the we survive and the mysteries we nurture
Are the of our lives

Swept away the tide
(Swept with the tide, yeah)
Through the in my hands
(Through the holes, in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my
(Crown of at my side)
lines in the sand