Entrity

Hiding in the infinite; knowing what it cant forget

It started a long time ago; growing from the ground below

Here it tries to understand every little thing it could ever want to be

Tries to slowly comprehend every century it is ever gonna see

Holding up a wrecking ball, taking aim at all you think you know

A blow to knock you down to earth; a type of solitary confinement

You've been sent to understand all the little things that were never meant to be

Help it slowly comprehend every century it is ever gonna see

It's blending archetypes like mixing paint

We each make our small mark on the page