The walls of a poem like the foldin' of wings
They burn through the base of the skull
Under the eyelids the night eternal
Down fell the city of words
The blackness throbbin'
Foul and unrestrained
Under the seafloor
Against the white sand
Where the land has been drinkin'
All our blood and regret
Our words are like quicksand
Against the endless sky
The poisonous darkness
In solid silence
Like rivers of ice
We burn like blindin' fires
In the void of my spirit
Deep in the lungs of Hell to sink like lead
In the void of my spirit
Deep in the lungs of hell
Trace less through the air