Left wading neck-high in dirt
by the flood of wastewaters
Completely soaked to the bone

Floating restless in time pining out

Through the unending struggles

Straight towards

towards the unknown

with nothing to hold onto

Oh, always against the stream

Beating through the debris

But as long as the scenery

keeps changing, it's alright

Oh, 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 the high-tide to come

to finally sink in

In the scum

scum-tsunami with nothing to hold onto

Oh, always against the stream

Beating through the debris

But as long as the scenery

keeps changing, it's alright

Oh, always against the stream

Riding on the belief

That as long as the scenery

keeps changing, it's alright

Oh, always against the stream

Beating through the debris
And as long as the scenery
keeps changing, it's alright
Oh, always against the stream
Riding on the belief
That as long as the scenery
keeps changing, it's alright