Gravity is a Relic - Brainoil

Pinned in place

Nothing you can say, nothing you can do to retreat

The hammer of despair creates a new foundation

A new world is introduced

Phantom limbs reach for your desires

They can’t be touched

A tragic loss

The gift of weight drags, descending your knees to the ground

Gravity is a curse, it’s a relic which can’t be removed

Our fate is gravity, an anchor latched around our necks