Crashes time, out of place Facing take off faster Ditching worlds established Strain ingrained forever after Grains of sand forever fall Disintegrating matter Ashes dirt to rise and fall Defended, banded, tattered
In depth, not long Distance, boredom In depth, not long Distance Course too steep, repeat the blame Their own desire alters Patience offers rituals No witnesses his slaughter
Aching aims defended games Disasters watch with laughter Pity slams the rats that gamble The weathered sleeping master
In depth, not long Distance, boredom In depth, not long Distance
Which way told, revert, withhold The next step times another Whisper lie detuned awry ...It waited