Draw swords of truth in the back of the carnCue my attack, you know I will saynStrike me down, I am an island, a mountain, a river nAnd as I always singnYou know I'll be thinking this music's symbolicnThis music is weightless and when I sing, so am InYou'll be slashing at the air, describing nothingnnWho wrote all the numbers in your body?nWho wrote all of the numbers in your body?nthe numbers in your bodynI am in the rain, I am in the rainnI am in the- sixteen seconds!nnI'm writing on airwaves, I'm writing on the airnI'm writing on your memory, I'm writing on the microphonenThe swords of truth, the back of the carnDue my attack but you know I always singnStrike me down, strike me downnStrike me down, strike me downnCos I am an island, a mountain, a rivernAnd as I see that, you know I am thinkingnThis music's symbolic, this music is weightlessnnWho wrote all the numbers in your body?nWho wrote all of the numbers in your body?nI am in the air, I am in the reignnI am in the- sixteen seconds!nnSwords of truth in the back of the carnCue my attack but to you I will saynStrike me down, strike me downnStrike me down, strike me down, strike me down!nI am an island, a mountain, a river...