[Lyric] Of relating to or found at both polar regions (As the Sky Melts)

Every time I’m close to jumping off the edge of my seat
The horizon rotates
The scenery swivels
And i’m pulled back down to start it all over
Like cycles of suffering
Misery reincarnating

Every time I’m close to levitating in the oceanmind
Trenches surround me
The pitch black becomes me
And i’m pushed through the surface
Falling towards the sky once again

A manic mind is a graveyard’s playground
Idle thoughts are the hanging ropе’s daydream
The chronic struggle of push and pull
I am thе conduit, the host of these parasites
And the sickness that follows
The chronic struggle of push and pull

I only fall asleep from exhaustion
Every day i wake up to a question