Spyral کے بول

Light will spiral Finding pieces in this whole slow-motion plot I’ll define time By the arrangement of dynamic knots Shriveled eyes Feel the surrounding night-veil Conquering the lies within my skin Reaching out Coming down I feel it alive The fire The hindsight flowing Breathing down my neck Liquid lies All boiling down to hate I will hide from This lucid dreaming inside-hope, all motion stops Lest we fall down Imprisoned in circles again Clinging to the past Long is the way But time comes Building inertia Is breaking down the chains Clarity ensues Light will die Leaving the linear times Discard And merge with it