We're tempting this chaos just to find the beauty that's
within the whirlwinds of our minds.
That spins with panic just until we find,
just how, to find the peace inside.
Our panic is lusted into a feast,
the scent is fear, we're overwhelmed by taste.
The beauty is in the sun but the beast is in it's rise,
so I put my hands over the lids of my eyes.
In one single breath, shallow in it's depth,
I am the prey. Our panic is lusted into a feast,
the scent is fear, we're overwhelmed by taste.
I'm stuck in the caves with nothing but faint memories
of light. Let the waves overwhelm you.
I'm falling apart, I'm falling to pieces.
I've realised that we need to suffer,
I've realised we need to let it feast,
just to find salvation in our beautiful defeat.