Tempest

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 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 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