thoughts like hammers
enslaved
celestial buried mind resting
resting without peace still
don't know where i drowned
there's a thought forming
mud-dwellers at the star-floor
nourishment for the mind seeps
harvest through suffering
drawn towards the ladders
instinctive destruction sparked
knowing only my own dissent
static is the common language
celestial buried mind resting
resting without peace still
drawn towards the ladders
instinctive destruction sparked
knowing only my own dissent
static is the common language
motion remains our mothertongue
failure might not be what it seems
all is broken for a reason
familiar blood drawn for painting
willing another perspective
flashing scenes seeing children above
knowing there will be another life
sacrificing remnants of the past
walking all on my own forever
the illusion no longer needed
it is spoken without words of doubt
now we move the stars above
and dwell beneath the layers of dirt
my runic patterns in the current
my runic patterns in the current
motion remains our mothertongue
failure might not be what it seems
all is broken for a reason
familiar blood drawn for painting
willing another perspective
flashing scenes seeing children above