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 And 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