Текст песни Emergence - Jon Simpson

What
Has roused me to this state
From days, uncounted, in repose
Breathe
This air, so foul in taste
Body gives in to birthing's throes
Hazy eyes, unfocused, burning
Limbs unstretched, unused with time
Atrophied and trembling
Avery movement strained
Pulse once measured (And) regulated
Lurches in arrhythmia
Mind clouded and confused
Now free of control
A stranger to my homeland
The known undone
How could this ever have been
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