Axiom
I lay my faith
In the orbit above me
The shadow, the sin
The glow, the skin
Bit from the vail
Tomorrow burns for me
Demanding first blood
First strike at the brow
I know whats left
As I hit the ground
As I hit the ground
Circling the cool calm reflections
Only to bathe in the stone itself
Left to conspire
Straight to the ghost
Painting itself on stale blue figures
Until time releases itself
Possessing every cell in darkness
Last moment of orbit
Lays before me
Never letting go
Of the grip
The climb out
The hold against
Every Atom
Falling never felt so omnipotent
The price is truly endearing
Tera too taut to be held
Providing only a canvas
Drawing constellations
Life can only be a centrifugal
Chaos breathing back
Chaos breathing back
Not enough time to mind the matter
Scattered thoughts become solid dreams
Pain in your flight right from the offset
Mistaking all next the the holy
Writer/s: Michael Truhart, Adam Serrano
