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
Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival cut to the end
I'd 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
I want you to take me apart from the inside
Right to the end
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