Filters (Edit)

It washes me, my shelter slides away.
No subtlety.
Do you feel like your another?

It filters me, and the colour drains.
Erasing me.
Do you realise your another?

Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.
Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.

Do you feel like everybody else?
Nothing special, nothing sacred.
Do you see how your just another?

Here I am like all before, your all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.
Even if I could fly above, it's all the same.

Descend to the fire,
descend to the choir,
descend to the mire.

Dead seeds are sewn.

Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
I feel so weighed down.