This is a midpoint

The end and the beginning

Enter the void

This is a cycle

Born in a gutter

You know where it ends

You speak to me as if I were your brother

And I bow to you as if you were my god

Because outside there are only

The same old signs from new prophets

And preachers of faith

That has been defiled for way too long

This world is not spinning around you

But its weight on your shoulders

Is dragging you down

And you can keep telling yourself that your fall is going just fine

But in the end it’s all about your landing

And fear will close this cycle

And fear will close this cycle

And fear will close this cycle

And fear will close this cycle