LYRICS: I've heard them say I'm not the man I used to be but you presume to know me the same way you presume to know the oceans of the Earth simply because you have stood in the shallows of the nearest sea. Our souls bled onto paper. All men are poets but some are just cowards so the words stick in their throats. When you're in the filth, the mud, and the mire, keep your eyes to the north. Let go of the hands that weigh and drag you down. Keep your eyes to the north. There are far better days ahead and than any we have left behind.