Langour

Who cast this spell upon you? Do you think your mind is still your own? You gave it away for nothing As if you thought you were the main act of this show I feel the tides turning, Turning towards me In this democracy of my ideas, I am solely reigning Nothing more than all of me will get through This solid concrete battlement of righteous indignation I feel the air standing still I sense the calm before the storm I feel the tides turning, Turning towards me