The Interior Wilderness

Sink in the voice of conscience
Sink in the voice of conscience
Days, like death, become stagnant
And I begin questioning the very things I have come to be
Years wasted on clocks, chasing the high of the time
Don't you remember?
Sink in the voice of conscience
Sink in the, I've watched your fear growing
And I will watch it fade
I will watch it fade away

Push, push
To be one of us, to be one of us
Push, push
To be one of us, to be one of us

To be one
And here, with all life before my eyes
Boundless and limitless
What would I hope to be if not everything?
I've found a place no one can reach
And there is no return

A feeling, like drowning
Grasps at my very being
Beckoning the cold flame
As darkness overtakes

So, I lay in a cold bed
Carved from stone, to rest my head
I'd give it all to pay my dues
It won't be long till this night is
Picking through pure wreckage to gather my thoughts and find
A pillar of light through years of cold lies
Pulling like a vulture at the silky, sullen threads
Until it all makes sense

Taking back
Voices in my head telling me how
Taking back
Back to the beginning, it's sure if I start now
Taking back
I'm on the come up, my kingdom is crumbling down
Taking back
Time is of the essence, it is clear now

So I lay, lay on a bed I've carved from stone
As I sleep, I feel my hope sink far below
It won't be long till this night is through

I feel the morning light on my face
Is it over?
Is it over?
I feel the morning light on my face
Is it over?
Is it over?
I feel the morning light on my face
Is it over?
Is it over?
Is it over?