Indighost - The Yield Lyrics

I think I've found a way to go down
In my own history
Nothing's sacred like my true colors
And they're so clear to me
But I can't tell when I've trapped a lie
The knife is sharpened, the air is dry
So hollow out
This ripening fruit
The shell remains
And the stone takes root
A season change
They slash and they burn
To bathe in smoke
Is the haze you learn
I think I've found a storm underground
That shakes beneath the plain
So I'll compose in the voice of sunlight
And then I'll write as rain
I bit into a thought today
That all that's here is meant to stay
And choked on half a hidden truth
That built a floor out of the roof
And hollowed out
This ripening fruit
The shell remains
And the stone takes root
A season change
They slash and they burn
To bathe in smoke
Is the haze you learn