Yashira - The Constant - Lyrics
Movement in the stillness
Inner collection shaken to its core
The vision sharpened by the void
Stared down by the loss as foundations crumble
Touching the constant
Knowing its worth as it sinks into the black
Push in direction of the light
Bound by unfinished growth
What's been given can be stolen
What’s been stolen can be taken back
White knuckle grip pull against the emptiness
Slip through the hands of all who cherish it
Reborn directionless
Reborn through absence
Touching the constant
Reborn