Abraham Bamgbose - The Asymptotic Hourglass Lyrics

I hear the calling of an asymptotic bitter end
When it's true face
Peers from the veil of hindrance and lament
In due time I would absolve myself
And eternally become content
In the wake of aspirations
In the wake of my dreams
My organs of intuition
Are suppressed and maimed
In the wake of aspirations
In the wake of my dreams
My organs of intuition
Are suppressed and maimed
I hear the calling of an asymptotic bitter end
There was a man back there
On his hands and knees
There was a man back there
On his hands and knees
In a desperate voice, he said
Let me write my epitaph in peace