Undrown Yourself Songtext
von Antic Clay

What′s raised a driven traveler now
There's a shade and it′s crossing your threshold
You saw a road open wide on the other side of your door
And what's raised a dead reveler now
Where the river harbors a fossil
You saw the sun through a gauze
'Til you found the loose stitch in your door

Undrown yourself
Your empty hands hold a boundless wealth
And if your freedom is a prison
It is because it isn′t, uh-huh
Uh-huh


It don′t seem so bedeviled now
'Cause it′s four o'clock in the morning
And marked on the eye is a well-flowed pore on the vine
So goddamn chiseled while
Once you finally took stock of your blessings
You can cleave to a dream of just leaving the bag behind

Undrown yourself
Your empty hands hold a boundless wealth
And if your freedom is a prison
It is because it isn′t, uh-huh
Uh-huh

Undrown yourself
Your empty hands hold a boundless wealth
And if your freedom is a prison
It is because it isn't, uh-huh
Uh-huh