Faltering into the entity of time,
I see the prospect of your wrongs.
The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow
Of the fated.
Witness the turn
of tide that disintegrates,
Unraveling the hole in me.
The grey fields in my sleep
The sphere of the unsaved.
I see the prospect of your wrongs.
The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow
Of the fated.
Witness the turn
of tide that disintegrates,
Unraveling the hole in me.
The grey fields in my sleep
The sphere of the unsaved.
The skyline is chemical.
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun,
Watching the ashes descend from the sky.
The skyline is chemical.
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun,
Watching the ashes descend from the sky.
Dust surrounds us in whole, but
The purpose of the proud will not be covered.
The end is close and revolves on the axis
Of unknown premonitions our desolation.
In the sight of things to come,
I can't find the one way out of this grey foretold.
You won't live forever,
Eternity in subtlety is choking... you.
The skyline is chemical.
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun,
Watching the ashes descend from the sky.
The skyline is chemical.
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun,
Watching the ashes descend from the sky.
Hear the calls,
Your penitence in the distance.
Feel the surge,
Thunderstorms in subsistence.
Hear the calls,
Your penitence in the distance.
Feel the surge,
Thunderstorms in subsistence.
Rising up through time,
Resist the spin.
Rising up through time,
Insurrecting the spin.
Insurrecting the spin.
Insurrecting the spin.
Resist the spin...
Unraveling the hole in me,
The grey fields in my sleep
Unraveling the hole in me,
The grey fields in my sleep
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