The Conduit Six

Morning is broken by the weight I carry and place in you path
Morning is broken by the weight I carry and place in you path
Stop remembering
Stop remembering
The future screams
Stripping our past
The future screams
The future screams
Stripping our past

Our bodies are a circle
We overlap blind
Our bodies are a circle
We overlap blind
Our bodies are a circle
Our bodies a circle
Edging blur
Edging blur

These eyes

Between lost faith
Between lost faith
Grip grip
It calls
It calls
It calls

It calls