It is what it is
You hear them say
Spend years of your life
Wasting away
The dawn is upon us
Undertake the journey
Step onto the platform
Always the same
Sleeping, arches
Brilliant, marble
The final stop
Once more we enter
Into the servitude
Of the day
Rise now from blissful slumber
From the apple in the garden
To the apple of one's phone
The offerings have always been the same
Contain, ascend
Waxing, waning
Forgotten, ritual
Solitary, domain
March, beckoning
Behold the power
Of the spirit
Ever-growing abyss
Of all consuming paranoia
Vibrant hues
Wistfully blend
Fleeting rays
Bathe somber
Defiant skyline
Comprehend the passage of time
Through menial tasks
A remnant now
Of a man
Cling solely to
The memories of what use to be
What use to be
In my hand no longer
Po-10-Tial - Spirit Lyrics
Po-10-Tial - Spirit Lyrics
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It is what it is
You hear them say
Spend years of your life
Wasting away
The dawn is upon us
Undertake the journey
Step onto the platform
Always the same
Sleeping, arches
Brilliant, marble
The final stop
Once more we enter
Into the servitude
Of the day
Rise now from blissful slumber
From the apple in the garden
To the apple of one's phone
The offerings have always been the same
Contain, ascend
Waxing, waning
Forgotten, ritual
Solitary, domain
March, beckoning
Behold the power
Of the spirit
Ever-growing abyss
Of all consuming paranoia
Vibrant hues
Wistfully blend
Fleeting rays
Bathe somber
Defiant skyline
Comprehend the passage of time
Through menial tasks
A remnant now
Of a man
Cling solely to
The memories of what use to be
What use to be
In my hand no longer
You hear them say
Spend years of your life
Wasting away
The dawn is upon us
Undertake the journey
Step onto the platform
Always the same
Sleeping, arches
Brilliant, marble
The final stop
Once more we enter
Into the servitude
Of the day
Rise now from blissful slumber
From the apple in the garden
To the apple of one's phone
The offerings have always been the same
Contain, ascend
Waxing, waning
Forgotten, ritual
Solitary, domain
March, beckoning
Behold the power
Of the spirit
Ever-growing abyss
Of all consuming paranoia
Vibrant hues
Wistfully blend
Fleeting rays
Bathe somber
Defiant skyline
Comprehend the passage of time
Through menial tasks
A remnant now
Of a man
Cling solely to
The memories of what use to be
What use to be
In my hand no longer
Writer: H Hague
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