Tempest

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 ripe... [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 prize... [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 

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

inside 
inside 
inside 

 Turning in circles ...inside 
Been caught in a stasis  ...inside  
The ancient arrival   ...inside 
Cut to the end   ...inside 
I'd like to be taken   ...inside
Apart from the inside   ...inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end  ...inside