When The Circle Is Fulfilled And The Levels Are Low

It's Time To Sit Down And Think For A While

I've Been Burning My Fuse Down, No Energy To Show

All The Instructions Are In The Missing File



How Did I Reach This Point Where No Bridges Can Be

Seen

To Carry Me To The Promised Golden Lands

Instead I Roam Alone In Waters Not So Clean

In The End I Stand With Empty Hands



As The Dawning Of The Day

Comes The Clear The Fog Away

And The Coldness Of My Mind

So I Stand Here Alone

Silent Memories That I've Known

Thinking 'bout What I Have Left Behind