Out of season now

Out of touch and overgrown

The same again

Remains unchanging

It's now tearing through

But don’t take this too far

Moving forwards

Countermeasures

Following the arrow of time

How easy it would be

Moving infinitely

Tied to the burden of legacy

So is the key to stop resisting?

How easy it would be

Out of season now

Out of touch and overgrown

The same again

But now impending

What pieces will be left? What's carried?

Meaning to be something more than this

Present in body, resigned in mind

A figurе worn down, portrait of decline

I miss the thеatrics (I miss the thrill)

One window of perspective, to push it through

A portrait of decline (A figure worn down)

Turning inward, taking flight

Set in time

Pour your heart into it