Ritual Circle

Crystal clear Just like envy All our skies turning green Rising wind Bristling trauma Search for shelter Heed the storm Crystal clear Like an obsession Darkened clouds Air so cold Air so cold And all that we wanted And all of those plans Small and cramped Head for the bottom And all that we wanted And all of those plans Small and cramped Head for the bottom And all that we wanted And all of those plans Small and cramped Head for the bottom Now crystal clear I am Envy Lacking trauma I'm the storm Wasted hours Turned to seasons Now a lifetime What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? What to show? Rest my head now On the frigid glass Condensation Watch the landscape pass Steal some shut eye But time won't give itself back Rest my head now On the frigid glass Condensation Watch the landscape pass Steal some shut eye But time won't give itself back And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans And all of those plans