Motion is foreign
As we're lying with ourselves
A run from form
Forgotten the thoughts to what comes next
Vices for our insides
To put their minds asleep
The ground is close to something
I wish it wasn't me
Why with a sunrise
Does it hurt
Much more than any dark
I can't think right
I miss things
That I never had
All over
Little absent hours
Compelled to see and
Step to it
To live and die
No more no less
Metal to earth
Live with regret
To live and die
No more, no less
Why with a sunrise
Does it hurt
Much more than any dark
I can't think right
I miss things
That I never had
Why with a sunrise
Does it hurt
Much more than any dark
I can't think right
I miss things
That I never had
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready
I think I'm ready to begin
I think I'm ready