Vortex (Interdimensional Spiral Hindering Inexplicable Euphoria)
Spiraling down, the void is pulling me, twisting me
Willingly, I'll abandon all I knew
Circling, when I'm finally down the drain, I will see it differently
Sadly that's the best I can do
I think I've fallen apart
Left only an empty dial tone
I'm going back to the start
Vortex completes the cycle
It spat me down and out decrepit and weak
A crippled mess as I was destined to be
A shattered man for everybody to see
Can't figure how to put this delicately so
. ... ... .
What, what?
So here we go
Vortex completes the cycle
Circling, when I'm finally down the drain, I will see it differently
Sadly that's the best I can do
I think I've fallen apart
Left only an empty dial tone
I'm going back to the start
Vortex completes the cycle
Down where the darkness reigns, onto the deepest void
Bone marrow heaves the weight of the unconscious world
And we will find our place amongst the stains of old
Our ancient ways reclaimed, hidden beneath the fold
It spat me down and out decrepit and weak
A crippled mess as I was destined to be
A shattered man for everybody to see
Can't figure how to put this delicately so
. ... ... .
What, what?
So here we go
Vortex completes the cycle
Willingly, I'll abandon all I knew
Circling, when I'm finally down the drain, I will see it differently
Sadly that's the best I can do
I think I've fallen apart
Left only an empty dial tone
I'm going back to the start
Vortex completes the cycle
It spat me down and out decrepit and weak
A crippled mess as I was destined to be
A shattered man for everybody to see
Can't figure how to put this delicately so
. ... ... .
What, what?
So here we go
Vortex completes the cycle
Circling, when I'm finally down the drain, I will see it differently
Sadly that's the best I can do
I think I've fallen apart
Left only an empty dial tone
I'm going back to the start
Vortex completes the cycle
Down where the darkness reigns, onto the deepest void
Bone marrow heaves the weight of the unconscious world
And we will find our place amongst the stains of old
Our ancient ways reclaimed, hidden beneath the fold
It spat me down and out decrepit and weak
A crippled mess as I was destined to be
A shattered man for everybody to see
Can't figure how to put this delicately so
. ... ... .
What, what?
So here we go
Vortex completes the cycle
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mclernon, Sean Ilias Harmanis
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