Take Out the stories They've put into your mind and brace For the glory As you stare into the sky... The sky beneath I know you can't be tired... Lay there Stare at the ceiling And switch back to your time just go ahead now try and taste it I know it should be ripe... thrust... ahead.
Turning in circles Been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival Cut to the end I'd like to be taken Apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end I wonder just how you shaped it To get back to your prize... thrust... ahead
Turning in circles Been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival Cut to the end I'd like to be taken Apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end
Wake for the glory
I know you can't be tired
Turning in circles Been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival Cut to the end I'd like to be taken Apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end
inside inside inside
Turning in circles ...inside Been caught in a stasis ...inside The ancient arrival ...inside Cut to the end ...inside I'd like to be taken ...inside Apart from the inside ...inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end ...inside