This is a midpoint The end and the beginning Enter the void
This is a cycle Born in a gutter You know where it ends
You speak to me as if I were your brother And I bow to you as if you were my god
Because outside there are only Same old signs from new prophets And preachers of faith That has been defiled for way too long
This world is not spinning around you But the weight on your shoulders Is dragging you down This world is not spinning around you But the weight on your shoulders Is dragging you down
And you can keep telling yourself that your fall is going just fine But in the end it's all about your landing
And fear will close this cycle And fear will close this cycle And fear will close this cycle And fear will close this cycle