A prism is only walls
And beneath the soil the real cost
In auto suggested pathways you are caught
The level inside will rise, a fallen monument lies
The bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water
You came to me carelessly I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water
I found the fair light blossom to be sour
My arms will not be bars
You can to me carelessly I am iris and the lense
The well now is your support