Testo Ascending

Hour by hour...everything was constantly changing.
The lion's eyes evading.
It's only he that cannot speak of crawling back.
This side of death is crawling back to him.
Someway, somehow the perfect side of death won't look away.
Someway, somehow waiting alone.
Someway, somehow the perfect side of death won't look away from this one.
Making change, the follow through is always unfolding. The watchful eyes are crawling-all he needs is not to feel.
All he needs is you.
Someway, somehow the perfect side of death won't look away.
Someway, somehow waiting alone.
Someway, somehow the perfect side of death won't look away from this one.
I can't walk away from this. Sleep lion, sleep