Shock
Don't be polite
I could’ve guessed
We would be running

Shut
Windows of time
Cycling in and out of madness

Tongue
Senses divine
Nobody asked for me to answer
Now I'm shaking from inside

Sunk
Deep in a dream
Nothing to see yet
Split at the seams
No way out

Move
Shadows and light
Holding a hand toward your creation

Love
Get out of my mind
Somebody messed with all the planets
It's the turning of the tides

Done
Done with the game
Time to reset
Time to reclaim a way out
A way out

Separate visions
Talk and listen
Frozen in that fear again
Something light
And something heavy