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