This is a midpoint
The end and the beginning
Enter the void

This is a cycle
Born in a gutter
You know where it ends

You speak to me as if I were your brother
And I bow to you as if you were my god

Because outside there are only
Same old signs from new prophets
And preachers of faith
That has been defiled for way too long

This world is not spinning around you But the weight on your shoulders Is dragging you down
This world is not spinning around you But the weight on your shoulders Is dragging you down

And you can keep telling yourself that your fall is going just fine
But in the end it's all about your landing

And fear will close this cycle
And fear will close this cycle
And fear will close this cycle
And fear will close this cycle