A Chance to Die

Reaching, always reaching
Never reaching solid ground
Seeking, always seeking
Never seeking what I've found

Hey, baptize my mind
Hey, baptize my eyes
Hey, baptize my mind
For these seeds to give birth to life
First they must die

Both my hands are filled with guilt
Be my absolution
Both my eyes are blind with filth
Be my absolution

Hey, baptize my mind
Hey, baptize my eyes
Hey, baptize my mind
For these seeds to give birth to life
First they must die
--Jon Foreman