Paroles de Labyrinthine

Out of season now Out of touch and overgrown The same again Remains unchanging It's now tearing through But don't take this too far Moving forwards Countermeasures Following the arrow of time How easy it would be Moving infinitely Tied to the burden of legacy So is the key to stop resisting? How easy it would be Out of season now Out of touch and overgrown The same again But now impending What pieces will be left? What's carried? Meaning to be something more than this Present in body, resigned in mind A figure worn down, portrait of decline I miss the theatrics (I miss the thrill) One window of perspective, to push it through A portrait of decline (A figure worn down) Turning inward, taking flight Set in time Pour your heart into it