Proper Skin - A Dark Orbit

The swell from the storm has broken up the day

The channel, a connection point has let us all ride the wave

Its so corrosive of a trip that our suits, they begin to fray

If only we had the right amount of proper skin

We’d become the immortal founders of the land

The confidence of our minds are going numb

As shadows are the demons that shade us from the sun

But the broken are here, admitting their flaws once again

So don’t deny them the passage of their worth

For tomorrow will bring us to the edge of the earth

Don’t fall in

No oxygen

The walls are closing in

I’m broken

Limbs shortened

Remaining a blueprint

Removing the lines of skeleton walls

Forming bridges from our bones

As our shelters from our lives

Begin their crumble to the ground

As the dust from our soul

Blocks our vision from the glow

We die as we cower

Unless we rise from our ash and we grow

Nevermind what I told you

Rebuild

Regroup

Destroy them all

Resting up from the storm, all our proper skin has been worn