Paroles de Descend Within

Current swill is sour The intangible of never Bitterness biting Consciousness seething Hiding the wave A clouded grave Stand alone to see the sky Clouds form tearing open Under weight pressure builds Push up to fall down I fight the rising swell I die, tomorrow's dreams Awake in sweat, a clouded realm Fighting a twisted arm, a tangled moment lengthens Tomorrow came far away Another life, a different time I fight, I die, awake