Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
I’ve seen the actions of the past conflict with tension. | |
In a weakened state, solitude is found. | |
Abound are those lead blindly without resistance. | |
Alone, in myself, I find solid ground. | |
Deeper into the introvert psyche, carried by my curiosity. | |
I found a wonderment without a watcher awaiting for a worthwhile ponder. | |
I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Braced by sashes. | |
Staring into the glass, a glare wears on the eyes. | |
Seeing into my pane is an omen and a disguise. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I’d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
As I worsen and wither, this cavity grows. | |
I can Interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Set apart in the void, braced by sashes. | |
Motion after motion. | |
Render the Void. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I’d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Set apart In the void. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
Set apart in the void. |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
I' ve seen the actions of the past conflict with tension. | |
In a weakened state, solitude is found. | |
Abound are those lead blindly without resistance. | |
Alone, in myself, I find solid ground. | |
Deeper into the introvert psyche, carried by my curiosity. | |
I found a wonderment without a watcher awaiting for a worthwhile ponder. | |
I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Braced by sashes. | |
Staring into the glass, a glare wears on the eyes. | |
Seeing into my pane is an omen and a disguise. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I' d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
As I worsen and wither, this cavity grows. | |
I can Interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Set apart in the void, braced by sashes. | |
Motion after motion. | |
Render the Void. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I' d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Set apart In the void. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
Set apart in the void. |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
I' ve seen the actions of the past conflict with tension. | |
In a weakened state, solitude is found. | |
Abound are those lead blindly without resistance. | |
Alone, in myself, I find solid ground. | |
Deeper into the introvert psyche, carried by my curiosity. | |
I found a wonderment without a watcher awaiting for a worthwhile ponder. | |
I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Braced by sashes. | |
Staring into the glass, a glare wears on the eyes. | |
Seeing into my pane is an omen and a disguise. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I' d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
As I worsen and wither, this cavity grows. | |
I can Interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself. | |
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses. | |
Set apart in the void, rendered endless. | |
Set apart in the void, braced by sashes. | |
Motion after motion. | |
Render the Void. | |
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition. | |
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I' d be more blind than the soul in you. | |
Set apart In the void. | |
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. | |
Set apart in the void. |