Black sky, the birds, they fly
I see it all, we flee it all
We flock together
They move past
The lighthouse flies south, the clouds
Can see the ground, can hear the sound
We can’t get back down
Could this be my last?

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you

Crossroads don’t know which way
Is leading home, the water flows
Somehow the clearest way to go
Is not the path I chose, so will you

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you
Now we blind ourselves from the truth
Heaven on high, it’s in view
So break away from the roots
Carry me back home on the wind to you

Bow to the deadbeats swirling round
Praising you, final breath
Rise from the curb lights, life is found
I’m bound, never crass
Please stay
Thunderous
Crash through it
Lightning tears the sky
Lightning tears the sky

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you
Now we blind ourselves from the truth
Heaven on high, it’s in view
So break away from the roots
Carry me back home on the wind to you

Other lyrics by Periphery:

Blackwall

Creation of a dreamer To populate wires with conscious thought A collection of all wrought Hello A believer Perceiving all time A spectacle Without a body physical Hello …

Carry On

Life in slow-motion under the sheets And I saw you carry on Holding your full weight Buckling knees But I saw you carry on Stay in the light Stay in the light Or …

Everyone Dies Alone

It always seems to come to this The end of joyful ignorance Drop everything that I have and go Half asleep behind the wheel Not sure what I’m supposed to feel Still …

Heaven On High

Black sky, the birds, they fly I see it all, we flee it all We flock together They move past The lighthouse flies south, the clouds Can see the ground, can hear the sound …

Malevolent

Abandoned space of forgotten faces Scream-soaked halls, the resting place left Pictures framed, but the time erased them Walls rot out A home forsaken A portrait bleeding …