Apogee کے بول

Cycles We have nothing to report After our quest for resilience regarding how we end Embrace your demise Lives so determined to change what we can’t alter Fate will catch up with us We are born into this curse Embrace your demise We have no answer (Futile attempts amending what makes us mortal) Our fate seemed so morose Silence in the name of all bright distant souls How can we embrace our demise We’re wasting time Understandings of this world Hopes of transcending above Fall short Our fate seemed so morose A legacy we seek Our fate seemed so morose A legacy