24:59 - The Salt Still Burns My Eyes (feat. The Cyclic Fall)

No guiding star.
Dark is cold grid; the mirror lies above her lost literary eyes.
Once in thin dawn, I can breathe; my lungs are filled with.
The night is big, so I must burst to the surface, must.
In the brightest sky that lives, I regain the.
Rise up, burst, burst,
Burst through the void of memories I have.
Now I'll dodge choice, but to relive with airy resting tide.
My inside, my will,
Is turning now; rage and fur will steal the cold cove.
It's no longer after all, and no longer night.
Once in thin dawn, I can breathe; my lungs are filled with.