Tempest Lyrics

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