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