Testo Tempest

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