Indepedent alabaster,
The radio can't hear the words.
You grow as big as the ocean.
Soon they will and destroy.
But you can run,
You can hide,
You're a giant.
They depend on the damned
That you call yours.
If I muster the strength to reflect you,
I won't feel any better at all.
Some cosmetic illusion,
You'll rest your callow bones.
Blame my hardworking father,
For harm you cannot atone.
But you can argue the truth,
You're a seer.
You will rest on your morals in store.
If I muster the strength to reflect you,
I won't feel any better at all.
