Left wading neck-high in dirt by
The flood of waste waters
Completely soaked to the bone
Floating restless in in time pining out
Through the unending struggles
Straight towards the unknown
With nothing to hold on to
Always against the stream
Beating through the debris
But as long as the scenery
Keeps changing it's alright
Always against the stream
Riding on the belief
That as long as the scenery
Keeps changing it's alright
Left sailing the sea of dirt
On a raft that is leaking
Moved by the stench of the wind
Waiting for high-tide to come to
Finally sink in
In the scum-tsunami with
Nothing to hold on to
Always against the stream
Beating through the debris
But as long as the scenery
Keeps changing it's alright
Always against the stream
Riding on the belief
That as long as the scenery
Keeps changing it's alright