Swords Of Truth

Draw swords of truth in the back of the car

Cue my attack, you know I will say

Strike me down, I am an island, a mountain, a river

And as I always sing

You know I'll be thinking this music's symbolic

This music is weightless and when I sing, so am I

You'll be slashing at the air, describing nothing

Who wrote all the numbers in your body?

Who wrote all of the numbers in your body?

The numbers in your body

I am in the rain, I am in the rain

I am in the- sixteen seconds!

I'm writing on airwaves, I'm writing on the air

I'm writing on your memory, I'm writing on the microphone

The swords of truth, the back of the car

Due my attack but you know I always sing

Strike me down, strike me down

Strike me down, strike me down

Cos I am an island, a mountain, a river

And as I see that, you know I am thinking

This music's symbolic, this music is weightless

Who wrote all the numbers in your body?

Who wrote all of the numbers in your body?

I am in the air, I am in the reign

I am in the- sixteen seconds!

Swords of truth in the back of the car

Cue my attack but to you I will say

Strike me down, strike me down

Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down!

I am an island, a mountain, a river...