In a spiral crooked from conception

Venturing into an endless self

Caught up with designing my deception

Postulate: the past, a living hell

Time is running out for contemplation

Something takes a grip, I don't belong

Hold up with my transfiguration

I'm the light of the coming dawn

Tell the sun to burn less brightly

Tell the moon to know its place

Tell the earth to change its orbit

Tell the stars to learn our ways

Tell the sun to burn less brightly

Tell the moon to know its place

Tell the earth to change its orbit

Tеll the stars to learn our ways