The draw of the abstract
The Start of a moment
Raised for attention
Seething into the question...
Have we found our way through?
Or fading our way out?
As it should be, comes undone
Ever tried and Ever failed
The weight of the earth
No consequences
Bleeding your through
Finding your way out
As it should be, comes undone
With no God above me,
We are cast from the light
A cadence of contrast
With no one to fight
We are the fallen
The fallen too few
And we will take it
With none of you
The angels are falling
Theres a breath of life
Through every conviction
Meant to know you were right
And even in darkness it came to an end
The world through the Pitfall
And we Ascend