I'm turning, turning away
Cycling from this world
I'm turning, changing perspective

On towards new forms

I've been fading, fading away

Getting in touch with finality
Cascading, falling away
Into the dawn


Like it turned on me
A crisis, a disease

Great power, great range
So deafening


Turning it over is a blessing
More power, more gain
More mastery

The point of turning's necessary

Been burning, burning away

Torchlight from this world
Unlearning change of intention
No connection to old laws


I've been hating, wasting away
Losing touch with infinity

Unblaming, staying away
I need to be reborn


Like it turned on me
A crisis, a disease
Like it turned on me

A virus of unease
Great power, great range
So deafening


Turning it over is a blessing
More power, more gain

More mastery
The point of turning's necessary


Turning
Turning
Turn it over

Turn it over
Turn it over
Turn it over

Turn it over

Great power, great range

More mastery
More power, more gain
There's more for me

Great power, great range
So deafening
Turning it over is a blessing

More power, more gain
More mastery
The point of turning's necessary

Go!

Turn it over

Turn it over
Turn it over
Turning it over