Surface the Infinite

It starts below

The pile and the burning in the

Darkness in the recipe

And fire in the soul

To paralyze and strangle hold

Disable the design

The reminisce of reality

And a better time

Is torn apart

We carry our fear inside,

That space that hold the darkness

We stretch our skin around,

To cover the abyss

The unspoken reality

A future we foresee

Blood that seeks redemption

In endless nights of sin

Spades without spears

That pierce the blinding sun

We hide from the elements of grief

That nothing remains

We carry our fear inside,

That space that hold the darkness

We stretch our skin around,

To cover the abyss

Its in today, what sets the system

Its in our nature to the bare the e to the end

What if this feeling contains the truth?

What if our dreams give way to the dawn of old?

What if lost desire cant be found?

No shelter, no barriers between

Whats already inside

Retreats when the surface folds

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,

That space that hold the darkness

We stretch our skin around,

To cover the abyss