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

The ancient arrival cut to the end

I'd like you to take me apart from the inside

Right to the end