There's No Bottom to This

You'll listen with open ears, and drown in peace with me Please, don't hesitate There is a reservoir for us where we'll lay There the shapeless are drank from It never rains, but we still give them what they need We're solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it's melting Suffering is something we've outgrown in our adolescence Moral compasses will direct us to our flawed detriment There is a reservoir for us where we'll lay There the shapeless are drank from It never rains, but we still give them what they need We're solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it's melting Will this pen be the dagger that writes your last goodbye? And severs the ties to your body? Let the salt and darkness fill your old lungs