Genre: Melodic Death Metal

Vinyl Version

From a distance, the [bad word] is so obvious,
Answers are all so clear.
Logic stays at arm's length
When engulfed in the present, here.
Desperation draws near...

If I could pull the fabric of time
And bring the future near,
The answers wouldn't be so far
The [bad word] would be so clear.

Time is black
And nothing will escape.
Nothing will remain.
Nothing.

From a distance time is black,
Tangible and dense.
With each rotation a new day passed
And past, at last, makes sense.
There where past obstacles seem
Just pebbles on your path
Always just a step ahead
The peace I hope to catch...