The Glass Desert II: Cliffs & Stormlands

Pained is the math of making sense
But strained is the path that never bends
Makes me wonder if I know my limit

Oh, that's a steep fall
Far enough to wonder if I'd ever hit the ground at all

Lofty are the sights we tend to set
But death in the horizon just ahead
Makes me wonder if I've reached my limit

Oh, that's a steep fall
For long enough to wonder if I'd ever hit the ground at all

Deep is the abyss beneath me
And stormy are the skies as far as eyes can see
If I had a limit, I've breached it

Now, I'm in a freefall
For long enough to wonder if I'd ever reach the ground at all
Listen for the crash, then give us a call

You got some dark clouds creeping in
Heavy pressure's really got you in a spin
So, get up and move before real devastation
Digs you deeper than you've ever been
But no foresight could fashion a
Defense from storms that just won't wait
For you to get things straight
No hideaway, no barricade that's gonna keep you safe

Pick it up, 'cause you're out of time
Lightning struck before you could hide
You can feel your lungs start to cook
Burnt so bad you don't want to look
One thing at a time, please
Maybe mercy? Mercy, firstly?
You're not learning a thing, if you're running away

Clear skies aren't waiting for you
That's not what's up ahead
This is a wicked tempest
And now you're in the thick of it
No time is left for hoping
No time to throw a fit
This is a wicked tempest–
Best that you don't resist
So, if you believe in something
It better be yourself
Power can rise from panic, As long as you rise from where you fell
Splitting the storm clouds as you stand

You've got that thin skin fracturing
In a struggle that you fear you'll never win
You gotta find the grit
'Cause heavy weather really pulls you in when you slip

Pick it up, 'cause life's on the line
Lightning struck before you could hide
You can feel your mind start to melt
Can't believe the hand you've been dealt
One thing at a time, please
Maybe mercy? Mercy, firstly?
You're not learning a thing if you're running away

Clear skies aren't waiting for you
That's not what's up ahead
This is a wicked tempest
And now you're in the thick of it
No time is left for hoping
No time to throw a fit
This is a wicked tempest–
Best that you don't resist
So, if you believe in something
It better be yourself
Power can rise from panic
Long as you rise from where you fell
Splitting the storm clouds as you stand

You cry mercy, mercy, mercy from the top of your lungs
But the storm won't clear up until the damage is done
You try the bright side, but you're come up with none, 'cause
There's no use in counting blessings when there's war to be won
You cry mercy, mercy, mercy like there's somebody near
But they're miles away, so you must persevere
Even when it appears the sky will never clear