Fields Of Grey
Faltering into the entity of time
I see the prospect of your wrongs
The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow…
Of the fated
Witness the turn of tide that disintegrates
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep…
The sphere of the unsaved
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Dust surrounds us in whole, but
The purpose of the proud will not be covered
The end is close and revolves on the axis
Of unknown premonitions; our desolation
In the sight of things to come
I can't find the one way out of this grey foretold
You won't live forever
Eternity in subtlety is choking you
Hear the calls
Your penitence in the distance
Feel the surge
Thunderstorms in subsistence
Rising up through time
Resist the spin
Rising up through time
Insurrecting the spin
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep…
I see the prospect of your wrongs
The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow…
Of the fated
Witness the turn of tide that disintegrates
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep…
The sphere of the unsaved
The skyline is chemical
I wait for the ground to resemble the sun
Watching the ashes descend from the sky
Dust surrounds us in whole, but
The purpose of the proud will not be covered
The end is close and revolves on the axis
Of unknown premonitions; our desolation
In the sight of things to come
I can't find the one way out of this grey foretold
You won't live forever
Eternity in subtlety is choking you
Hear the calls
Your penitence in the distance
Feel the surge
Thunderstorms in subsistence
Rising up through time
Resist the spin
Rising up through time
Insurrecting the spin
Unraveling the hole in me
The grey fields in my sleep…