Take 
Out the stories 
They’ve put into your mind and brace 
For the glory 
As you stare into the sky.. The sky beneath 
I know you can’t be tired.. 
Lay there 
Stare at the ceiling 
And switch back to your time just go ahead now try and taste it I know it should be [bad word] ..ahead. 
Turning in circles 
Been caught in a stasis 
The ancient arrival 
Cut to the end 
I’d like to be taken 
Apart from the inside 
Then spit through the cycle right to the end 
I wonder just how you shaped it To get back to your [bad word] .ahead 
Turning in circles 
Been caught in a stasis 
The ancient arrival 
Cut to the end 
I’d like to be taken 
Apart from the inside 
Then spit through the cycle right to the end 
Wake for the glory 
I know you can’t be tired