Text: RuinGloria. Meet My Maker.

It's a miniscule event
With many people on the fence
Uninterupted turbulance
I'm on the way down
Like a needle in the pond
Slowly sinking it's way along
I'm like electrostatic bond
I go up but straight down

Cause I'm holding on for you...

Is that me in the corner?
Meeting my maker
Am I stuck in limbo in my own head?
Is that me in the corner?
Pushing the borders
Of native soul reason in heavenly treason

I'm a crack in the cement
Where people tread and tread
On my face on my thoughts on my soul
These are my own slowest demise
A cloud at full velocity
A shooting stars calamity
A new born in bloom or
A song thats finally in tune

Is that me in the corner?
Meeting my maker
Am I stuck in limbo in my own head?
Is that me in the corner?
Pushing the borders
Of native soul reason in heavenly treason

Oh heavenly
I salute you
Execute, salute to echo

Is that me in the corner?
Meeting my maker
Am I stuck in limbo in my own head?
Is that me in the corner?
Pushing the borders
Of native soul reason in heavenly treason
Is that me or is it you?

(Thanks to adam for these lyrics)