Lyrics

Going to a place that I have always known But by the time I arrive it's already gone As it always is, but always wasn't; Long ago when there was nothing here Before unnatural disaster had found its origin There was an ocean that made no waves But hummed along in disdain Almost as though it were singing... This sound resounds through the sea where I lay Unable to move my weary frame Against such unbearable shaking I must struggle to I break away From this incredible weight And escape to a plane that I find sacred I listen for it where I may, and when I hear it Faintly it says... Somewhere along the line a transition takes place Wasted away when I awaken from the daze that I've been in My legs barely carry me high enough to crest the mountain to the sky From great heights I observe machines that whir And I know I've heard them before...