Perfect, still, and in constant motion, Empty, filled with the hum of an ocean, Life’s spinning into brilliant darkness, You’re slipping off the grip of salvation. All kings fall. Falling awake into lucid confusion, One swift escape into slow decay. All kings fall. I’m blown away, I’m swept away, The blood of my God runs through these veins, And, still alive, I’ve failed to die a thousand times. Perfect, still, in a constant motion. All kings fall. Fall, fall. [[Category:Christian industrial/dance]]

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