I Catapult

On a quest to form the shape of … I’ve not entered…
In the middle of the wild lies a man who cries over the loss of a disc world
Omnia, this is all
This is everything
Unless it falls into you
Who carries us home that we've long defended
Prophetic dreams of Romans at the sound of querent seeking divination
Pass over the queen and revel in her sea and
Face the fight that storms the poles
I’ve not entered my new world
Sound the end, theocracy
On a quest to reform my own ways
Ritualistic fortune tellers and the querents who seek them Unless it falls into you
Under the kingdom there’s a reptile queen the distance the sleep counts down to zero
Walls expand and raise to third degree
Let me be I can't defeat you with my patience
Listen here regrettable wretch
The wisest speak with the weight of a round world
All along an enemy so old
I starve my brain with nothing but my dreams
When we stare to the ground I'm nothing but around to most For what makes them hang above the earth
I catapult out over wasted days Can't let them know my brain turned off
I feel nothing for a superstar