Open Wounds (feat. Luke Steffens)

Silence. I need to clear my mind Is this just an illusion? I need to feel something tangible, so I reach out with my heart wide open Hoping to find shelter in surrender I've stirred the ocean, and I've shaken the seas Just to find this place where the water flows more clearly Cause I've stirred the ocean, and I've shaken the seas Just to find this place where the water flows more clearly Am I an open book or just an open wound? Is the garden wilting or is it in bloom? Am I spilling ink or am I spilling blood? Am I coming clean or being dragged through the mud? Am I an open book or just an open wound? Is the garden wilting or is it in bloom? Am I spilling ink or am I spilling blood? Am I coming clean or being dragged through the mud? Silence. I need to clear my mind Is this just an illusion? I need to feel something tangible, so I reach out with my heart wide open Hoping to find shelter in this surrender I've stirred the ocean, and I've shaken the seas Just to find this place where the water flows more clearly Cause I've stirred the ocean, and I've shaken the seas Just to find this place where the water flows more clearly Am I an open book or just an open wound? Is the garden wilting or is it in bloom? Am I spilling ink or am I spilling blood? Am I coming clean or being dragged through the mud? When the echoes are too loud and the world is lacking color Just take a moment to breathe When the hands of god push down on the weight upon your shoulders You'll be all the strength you need The echoes haunting me have kept me down But no longer, Silence beckons to me now Bathed in purified light that surrounds A blinding landscape, devoid of all sound One must forgive themselves for forsaking anyone Absolve me of my sins and let me become one Accepting the revelation; all I've that done wrong Is just a product of the fear that this will come undone Relinquish your soul diminished form of being Infinite potential lies within us all By acknowledging our demons dancing deep beneath these walls Our minds release the evil that has been clawing at your door Watch them crawling on the ceiling, through the TV, it's open season And we are being hunted Is the garden wilting or is it in bloom? Am I spilling ink or am I spilling blood? Am I coming clean or being dragged through the mud?