On The Dawn Of A Title

It's all over
Over the top
I'm still drawing circles that barely match
Thoughts caught in the freewill as if they could not meet
I'm getting the bends on the dawn of a title

Dial tone my frequency
I pack the void that stands tonight
Driving as slow as I can

To where you can't hold on
To my sweet relief

Sending
When will this fall apart
Bring me
No answer back

I'm a witness
To the crowning of an inner circle melody's drowning
Once it's gone I see just the way things are
Knowing that it shall return

To where you can't hold on
To my sweet relief

Sending
When will this fall apart
Bring me
No answer back