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 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
Spades without 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
It's in our nature to bear
The hidden to the end.

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

No shelter, no barriers between what's already inside
Betrays what the surface holds.

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
A space that hold the darkness
We stretch our skin around
To cover the abyss.