Vortex encompass the ground that you walk on.
I'm trapped inside a tunnel of undecided time.
You're lost now, you're fading, your voice is degrading.
Confounded as they lift me up, up, up, up.
Oh no, they have taken over. Our time is over.
A reason, no meaning, while lost in this feeling
of pyrrhic victory while I'm stuck against these walls.
I'm tired of seeing my own body bleeding.
It purges me as it forces me down, down, down, down.
Oh no, they have taken over. Our time is over.
Oh no, they have taken over. Our time is over.