Surface The Infinite

It starts below
The bile and the burning
Darkness in the recipe
A fire of the soul

To paralyze and stranglehold
Disable the design
The remnants of reality
In our measured time
Is torn apart

We carry our fear inside
A space that hold 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
Stays with the spears
That pierce the blinding sun

We heard from the heralds of grief
That nothing remains

We carry our fear inside
A space that hold the darkness
We stretch our skin around
To cover the abyss

Breaks into day
Upsets the system
Its in our nature to bear
The hidden to the end

What if this feeling contains a truth
What if our dreams give way to the dogma of old
What lost desires can be found

No shelter
No barriers between
What's already inside
Betrays what the surface holds

We wear our lives
On wires and dust
Like demons 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