Ground
Ivar Bjørnson
The defining sound
Fangs into flesh
Panic and spit
Death unto life
Eyes wide
It sees itself through the layers of ice
Now; seal the cracks ... reject the notions!
Everything can not be happening on the inside?
An option not to listen
A nameless urge takes hold
Prey upon the weak
An aimless tale told
Pray upon the weak
Caught in a spiral of need
Act without the choice
Choose not to act
Caught in a spiral of need
Desperate and alone in a whole
Striving for higher ground
Carrying someone else's fears for tomorrow
Stay behind the line
Or eat from the bowels of reality
Grind the thorns to stardust
Gliding slowly across the abyss
Inside the inside the inside
There is a sound made by boiling blood
Above and below lay the levels
Above and below the ground
Ground