Motion after motion, the gears of process slow
I've seen the actions of the past conflict with tension
In a weakened state, solitude is found

Abound are those lead blindly without resistance
Alone, in myself, I find solid ground
Deeper into the introvert psyche, carried by my curiosity

I found a wonderment without a watcher awaiting for a worthwhile ponder
I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself
This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses

Set apart in the void, rendered endless
Braced by sashes
Staring into the glass, a glare wears on the eyes

Seeing into my pane is an omen and a disguise
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition
If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I'd be more blind than the soul in you

Motion after motion, the gears of process slow
As I worsen and wither, this cavity grows
I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself

This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses
Set apart in the void, rendered endless
Set apart in the void, braced by sashes

Motion after motion
Render the Void
Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition

If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I'd be more blind than the soul in you
Set apart in the void
Motion after motion, the gears of process slow

Set apart in the void