Celestial buried mind
Resting without peace; still
Don't know where I drowned
Cornered and defeated
Yet, there's a thought forming
Patterns in the currents
Mud-dwellers at the star-floor
Nourishment for the mind seeps
Harvest through suffering
Absorbed in desperation
(Elucidated, burned, afraid)
Assimilated logic
Drawn towards the ladders
Instinctive destruction sparked
Knowing only my own dissent
Static is the common language
Celestial buried mind
Resting without peace; still
(Elucidated, burned, afraid)
Assimilated logic
Drawn towards the ladders
Instinctive destruction sparked
Knowing only my own dissent
Static is the common language
Motion remains our mother tongue
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, below
...And dwell beneath the layers of dirt
My runic patterns in the currents
My runic patterns in the currents
Motion remains our mother tongue
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