Undefined Objects

Breath in, breath out, let's make a brand new

Self-consciousness of the mind, never been through this

Sink within, sync to the rhythm of this substance

Boundless shapes in a world of consequences

This flow is endless

Expanding the self to a brand new depth

And still, we are yet to glorify

The most of things that are undefined

Restore our presence

Consume my thoughts away from the grasp of the unknown

All the spirits collide, and you know you'll never feel alone again

And those sensations in me, are trapped right by my side

Perceptions, the way of passion in all we find

And still, we are yet to glorify

The most of things that are undefined

Expanding vision, of realism

Beyond creation it's the absence of the most we're feeling

That something celestial had created

Ourselves by his image