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
Inside inside inside
Turning in circles
Been caught
in a stasis
I want you
to take me
Apart from the inside
Right to the end