A balanced stone sits on its perch soaking in the sun,
Frozen in time, mocking the sand, so high, the only one,
It's power, mystique, a magnificent treat, confident and wrong
The balance is weak, beneath our feet, we can only fight gravity so long.
Let me find solice in my escapism.
Tomorrow doesn't matter anymore, where has the time gone?
I would rather die in a flash of glory.
The cowardice of kings leads to destitute things, what goes up must come down.
I suffer once again, the cycle continues neverending.
Repeat after me: This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
