Are you friends of the unchanging?

Are you friends of the unchanging?
Of the ones whose perceptions forsake rearranging?
Are your friends stones?
Crystallized in the unrealized,
Worshiping beliefs that hover above the ground like plastic sheets,
Apart from the trees;
But you still believe,
you still believe,
you still believe.

But what happens 
when your beliefs 
are apart from reality?

The scythe sweeps the field,
the scythe sweeps the field,
the scythe sweeps the field.

Every day I chisel away at the cave in my soul
so more truth I can hold
Some fear the emptiness in the echo,
but a creature called Death taught me how to let go.
showed me that the empty space is full of potential;

Just give me some space to breathe
That’s all I need.
Just give me some space to breathe
That’s all I need.

Every day I chisel away at the cave in my soul
so more truth I can hold.
Some fear the emptiness in the echo,
but a creature called Death taught me how to let go.
Showed me that the empty space is full of potential;

Just give me some space to breathe
That’s all I need.
Just give me some space to breathe
That’s all I need.

Are you friends of the unchanging?
Of the ones whose perceptions forsake rearranging?
Are your friends stones?
Crystallized in the unrealized,
Worshiping beliefs that hover above the ground like plastic sheets,
Apart from the trees;
But you still believe,
you still believe,
you still believe.

But what happens 
when your beliefs 
are apart from reality?

The scythe sweeps the field,
the scythe sweeps the field,
the scythe sweeps the field.