Welcome I'm terribly ill
The story of ill fitting time
Lost in the moment, I chill
Presently wasting my life
I die to come back around
The circle ending in limelight
My hand is shockingly still
But newborn I take breath arise
Vibration controlling my way
Sitting a rock passes through
The hole at the end of the bay
Slightly dead, blackness consumes
The middle is where it gets old
Do not fight losing control
Mistaken your love was not sold
And gifts received deadly as gold