Faltering into the entity of time
I see the prospect of your wrongs
Thoughts enclosed in the clarity
Of sorrow for the fated
Witness the turn of tide that disintegrates
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields
The sphere of the unsaved
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Days atoned
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Days atoned
Dust surrounds us in whole,
The purpose of the past is being covered
The storm is close and revolves
In the sonance of deprived premonitions
Our desolation
In the view of things to come,
I can't find the one way out of this cessation
You won't live forever
Eternity in lethargy is choking you
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Days atoned
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Days atoned
Hear the calls
Your penitence in the distance
Feel the surge
Thunderstorms in subsistence
Rising up through time
Resist the spin
Rising up through time
Insurrecting the spin
Resist the spin
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep
