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