Lyrics:

A vine in the cracks of a life's work...
Shifting and flowing up...
To find purpose under the sun.

A moment of reprieve for...
The art born from the dirt...
That'll tear it all down.

You can't fault the natural order of things.

Someday these bones will be dust beneath...
A sprawling city of human achievement...
Flowing up for a place under the sun.

Do you see it now?
The gold on your back weighing you down?
Come down.
Do you see it now, do you see it?

Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward.
I have been you- the shell on the street corner with change.

A sunset car ride with a bottle of meds...
Or is it the canopy of rooftops?
A burst of soft color and a haze on your limbs?

Do you see it now?
The gold on your back weighing you down?
Come down.
Do you see it now, do you see it?

Do you see it now, do you see it?
Do you see it now, do you see it?

The vines will come for you.
They always do-
They came for me, too.

Gravity may not be a law...
But all things will find ground.

Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward.
I have been you- the shell on the street corner with change hungry hands.


The vines will come for you.
They always do-
They came for me, too.

Gravity may not be a law...
But all things will find ground.

We all know it exists.
We all know it exists.
We all know it exists.
Do you see it now, do you see it?

Do you see it now, do you see it?
Do you see it now, do you see it?

Laid out under the orange-red sun...
Showers in your head...
On the palms-soaked rooftops...
You'll never find.

Begging for death from the cancer of pride.
On that empty street corner...
I'll keep walking.
I will leave you behind.