So now we are untiednWe ate ourselves alivenGave up the giftnWith our arms open widenYou can seenThrough the holenIn our pridennAnd we are quite like the treesnWho eat their own fruitnSome plant the seednSome water the rootnThe level of waternContinues to risenWhen it reaches your heartnYou'll finally be wisenTo answer the questionnTo tell us the truthnSome follow the rivernAnd some follow suitnRolling out carpetnOf Crimson to ridennWe are not the onesnWith impossible dreamsnIt's true if you think you can flynWe are in a circle, a paradox scenenOur feathers are stuck in our eyesnRolling out carpetnOf crimson to ride