Take out the stories Theyve put into your mind And brace for the glory As you stare into the sky, the sky Beneath I know you cant 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 Id 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 Id like to be taken apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end Wake for the glory I know you cant be tired Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival cut to the end Id 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 The ancient arrival cut to the end I want you to take me apart from the inside Right to the end
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 22:21:28 +0000
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