Static in sound
  Uncurable
  You plant the seed
  You fill the need
    We give to take
  Our eyes
  They burn
  Sensing the feel
  Feeling the real
    Burn to burn
  The seed we sow
  Burn to flow
  Into the sorrow
  Burn to burn
  The seed we sow
  Burn to grow
  Into the sorrow
    I'm staring deep
  I'm staring bleak
  I search in vain
  Your flower glows
  Your mother knows
    As winter comes
  As time passes
  We forget the
  Static in sound
    Static in sound
  Delusional
  You plant the seed
  You fill the need
    We give to take
  Our hands
  They learn
  Sensing the feel
  Feeling the real