in your revelation

in the symphony

there you stood

in your own delirium

and all your satelights

are fragments here

i feel a little crushed

and out of control

and all your gravity

it's meant to bring you down

makes me feel so crushed

and out of control

oh your velocity

how can it really be

part of the symmetry

if every moment connects the next

and every moment affects you

not what it's meant to be

part of the scenery

and all your satelights

are fragmented

i feel a little crushed

and out of control

and all your gravity

it's meant to bring you down

makes me feel so crushed

and out of control

part of your destiny

hold on here

not what its meant to be

give me something to believe in

part of the scenery

wishing your alchemy

would turn dust to gold

but your not easily crushed

not easily crushed