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

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 you to take me apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle right to the end