The Planck Distance - Orbit Culture

An old life

The outworn

There’s no hope

Purpose was lost in the sea of acedia

I feel I’m lost as a lamb

It’s been like a great war deep down in my soul

Pale and dry-mouthed!

Once a man, now I’m a tool

The master

The novice

A journey

Purpose was lost in the sea of acedia

I feel I’m lost in my mind

It’s been like a great war deep down in my soul

Weak and despised

Once a man, now I’m a ghoul

Ghoul!

They devour your dreams

I’ll crush your hopes like I ended your dreams

Ghoul!

They devour your dreams

But yet there’s light

But the craft stays untouched and get’s old

The artwork gets frozen and written in stone

But the craft stays untouched and get’s old

The artwork gets frozen and written in stone