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