Tempest

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
And 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 you to take me apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
Inside
Inside
Inside
Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
I want you to take me apart from the inside
Right to the end