Sometimes, we love what we see

Forgetting that there's a different view beneath the sea..

We try to make sense of superficial things, when being real demands no explanation

We live in a world where we rather chase smoke that feel the fire...

We love the feeling of being safe in our own little world, and forget that sometimes we just need to let go

Let go and let the fire consume us

Feel what it means to be burnt

Then we can truly be free and real.