surface the infinite

it starts below

the pile and the burning darkness in the recipe

a fire of the soul

to paralyze and strangle hold

disable the design

the remnants of reality

in our measured time

is torn apart

we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss

the smirk on our reality

at the future we foresee

blood that seeks redemption

in endless nights of sin

spades without spears

that pierce the blinding sun

we heard from the heralds of grief

that nothing remains

we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss

breaks into day

upsets the system

it's in our nature

to bear the hidden to the end

what if this feeling contains the truth?

what if our dreams give way to the dogma of old?

what if lost desire can be found?

no shelter

no barriers between what's already inside

betrays what the surface holds

we wear our lives

on waters and dust

like daemons of the lost

still wrapped in our own confusion

the call of the abyss

we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss