And I'm out of balance...
I just fall through marching days...
It's sound makes me frightend the darker the land gets...
And I'm loosing distance...
I recall a porous sky...
The blind ones get nervous the darker the lands gets...
Once I came to tame a dream, to make heads clean but now...
Here I land to break apart a mirrored heart... Right now...
And I'm leaving senses...
I just float with leaves of time...
My will gets a mouth gag the darker the land gets...
And I have no image, but I cause a blind ones dream...
A kings head on pale stakes and darker the land gets...
Once I left to tame a dream, to make heads clean, but now...
Here I burst to break apart a mirrored heart... Right now...