Fear and Sickness

In the thoughts of time we are of sand

With aphasic songs the ratios are blind

A lucid air deletes the sound

The water slows to receive you

The lantern guides to the evil

As a weapon forms of the dawn

The air reeks of foul play

Inscribe your fears in the soil

The sea is foul

Like worms in your heart

Consume an age old

Of forgery and deceit

At the center we will find you

Falling prey to its lustre