Letra da Música Profane de Wovenwar

I'm not the one who was right about your sanctuary seat
I'm not the one that told you about
You never claimed to be who you believe

Yet the claims keep coming, feel I've restoring
When you dig up dirt it's your hands to be cleaned
You are filthy from the grave you dig

(I am) a countless little drip in the road
(I am) surely very weak I cant fly
(I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness

I am not a hollow sound, nor a glorified laidadee (?)
And I am not a conscience found
We're sidelines, down on my knees

And there's no mistaking, all of you who fake it
When you dig up dirt its your hands to be cleaned
You are filthy from the grave you dig

(I am) a countless little drip in the road
(I am) surely very weak I cant fly
(I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness

(I am) a countless little drip in the road
(I am) surely very weak I cant fly
(I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness
Weakness fortune, buried witness

Can we not
Can we not
Can we not
Can we not
Can we not
Can we not
Can we not decide?

I am not a barricade, I'm just a different way to think
So make no mistake, I'm not your profane

(I am) a countless little drip in the road
(I am) surely very weak I cant fly
(I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness

(I am) a countless little drip in the road
(I am) surely very weak I cant fly
(I'm not) running from your weightless voices, bearing witness