So now we are untied   We ate ourselves alive   Gave up the gift   With our arms open wide   You can see   Through the hole   In our pride      And we are quite like the trees   Who eat their own fruit   Some plant the seed   Some water the root   The level of water   Continues to rise   When it reaches your heart   You'll finally be wise   To answer the question   To tell us the truth   Some follow the river   And some follow suit   Rolling out carpet   Of Crimson to ride      We are not the ones   With impossible dreams   It's true if you think you can fly   We are in a circle, a paradox scene   Our feathers are stuck in our eyes   Rolling out carpet   Of crimson to ride