This earth is tense, its waiting for lift off
The atmosphere seems to swallow me whole
I can see nothing without the clouds
Its the opposite of reason, its impossible
The sea will become shallow, too shallow to be seen
The sun blinds my reason
The light is complacent
My will be unknown
To be seen in tongues, is it real?
The following is past, present, and future
But part of me isn't here
What is all of this?
A burden of hope or a collapse of thought
Simple words signify degradation
The pa**ion within is flames
Time means nothing
Winter barren
Spring brings anew
Rest a**ured
Times means nothing
Strength comes from weakness
Winter barren
Spring brings anew
This doesn't change anything at all
To be seen in tongues, is it real?
The following is past, present, and future
Rain degrades the sand
Until the remains are unclear
Floods of anxiety flow through me
Rain degrades the sand
Floods of anxiety
Rain degrades the sand
Rest a**ured
Rain degrades the sand
Strength comes from weakness
Rain degrades the sand
Past, present, and future
Rain degrades the sand
The pa**ion within is flames