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