Terminus

Grinding away without reprieve
Reason is lost to apathy
Rusted cogs of the machinery
Fueled by our dreams of anarchy

Visions they are ephemeral
Voices too weak to end it all
Hands are turning this day is old
Waiting for what tomorrow holds

Clockwork

With nothing moving forward
We find comfort in circles

I am oil
I am the fire
Incandescence
I am the ocean
I am the lungs
Effervescence
I am clockwork
I am the final hour

Grinding away without reprieve
Until the hours interweave
Counting down to terminus
There is nothing here for us



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Carl Backlund, Svalland Sebastian Per Ove, Skoeld Jonas Kennet, Oestberg Emil Jan Erik, Joensegaard Johan
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