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

Let me be I can't defeat you with my patience



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