The was is pure and newly sown

 It keeps on growing the things you thought you knew

 

 The moon is in the eye oft he strangers mind

 Collective thoughts that drives us blind

 Forget the higher ground that you used to walk upon

 It's nothing more than a pale old disbelief

 

 Into the light

 Into the white

 The was is whipping out your life

 From the past

 From the dark

 The was is whipping out your life

 

 It does not weaken as the mind seem to forget

 The was is all coming back out of proportion