Turnover

I'm turning, turning away

Cycling from this world

I'm turning, changing perspective

On towards new forms

I've been fading, fading away

Getting in touch with finality

Cascading, falling away

Into the dawn

Like it turned on me

A crisis, a disease

Great power, great range

So deafening

Turning it over is a blessing

More power, more gain

More mastery

The point of turning's necessary

Been burning, burning away

Torchlight from this world

Unlearning change of intention

No connection to old laws

I've been hating, wasting away

Losing touch with infinity

Unblaming, staying away

I need to be reborn

Like it turned on me

A crisis, a disease

Like it turned on me

A virus of unease

Great power, great range

So deafening

Turning it over is a blessing

More power, more gain

More mastery

The point of turning's necessary

Turning

Turning

Turn it over

Turn it over

Turn it over

Turn it over

Turn it over

Great power, great range

More mastery

More power, more gain

There's more for me

Great power, great range

So deafening

Turning it over is a blessing

More power, more gain

More mastery

The point of turning's necessary

Go!

Turn it over

Turn it over

Turn it over

Turning it over