31 Knots Matters From Ashes lyrics

I remember the future
It was nothing quite like it is right now
I was stuck in the the past tense, writing my history
Pausing as a person defined by now

I remember the future
It was held together by strength
Simply a mock up, merely a puppet
That could talk to my fear or whim

I was told not to sleep but rather to rethink my position
Why does purpose always point to conquest?
Motions always at rest and when moving
Everything turns liquid


A temporary sickness

I can make matters from ashes
I can sour the spoils
Biting on the skin from my own lip
And slowly recoil, I will slowly recoil

I was writing the preface
To the purpose of a future that will never exist
Groveling on all fours
Compelled to be preempted by a time I depict