The Was

	The was is pure and newly sown
	It keeps on growing the things you thought you knew
	The moon is in the eye oft he strangers mind
	Collective thoughts that drives us blind
	Forget the higher ground that you used to walk upon
	It's nothing more than a pale old disbelief
	Into the light
	Into the white
	The was is whipping out your life
	From the past
	From the dark
	The was is whipping out your life
	It does not weaken as the mind seem to forget
	The was is all coming back out of proportion