| Then I awake in an unknown presence
|
| Between paralysis and constant inertia
|
| Switching back to the present that I lay forth
|
| This meridian shift moves before me
|
| The illusion ignites behind the mask
|
| The central feeling captured through the iris
|
| The contortions in the paradigm
|
| This celestial sphere lies beneath my feet
|
| Drifting back into the wind
|
| I see the condensation’s weight
|
| Trapped in the air
|
| Thrown back into the constellations
|
| Rift, falling back into the depths
|
| I breathe the atmosphere and seek
|
| Eternal weightlessness
|
| Holding back from my own complications
|
| I will not hold back
|
| Until the edges collapse
|
| And define my purpose
|
| Dream, drifting back into the wind
|
| I see the condensation’s weight
|
| Trapped in the air
|
| Thrown back into the constellations
|
| Rift, falling back into the depths
|
| I breathe the atmosphere and seek
|
| Eternal weightlessness
|
| Holding back from my own complications
|
| Through velocity I reach and cast this stone
|
| This existence thrown back into the depths
|
| A reminder, you were not around
|
| Without love and held within fear
|
| The white noise I hear in my dreams
|
| A reminder, you were not around
|
| Through the neural impulse that I have survived
|
| Another constant reminder that I am alive
|
| Through the air I will trace my fate again
|
| In the end I remain and still I stand
|
| On my two feet
|
| Drifting back into the wind
|
| I see the condensation’s weight
|
| Trapped in the air
|
| Thrown back into the constellations
|
| Rift, falling back into the depths
|
| I breathe the atmosphere and seek
|
| Eternal weightlessness
|
| Holding back from my own complications
|
| Through the impulse that I have survived
|
| That I have survived
|
| I trace in the air that I am alive
|
| That I am alive |