Towards the Black Surreal lyrics
by In The Woods...
Harvesting the stars
Mining the black holes
The Faustian spirit
Values not his souls
Gravity becomes distant
When you venture out alone
In a cosmos never-ending
You can never find a home
Exponential tunnel-vision
Towards the black surreal
Gravity becomes distant
When you venture out alone
In a cosmos never-ending
You can never find a home