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it sees itself through the layers of ice
Carrying someone else s fears for tomorrow, above and below lay the levels
an aimless tale told
Caught in a spiral of need, fangs into flesh, fangs into flesh
There is a sound made by boiling blood, panic and spit, above and below the ground
Striving for higher ground, a nameless urge takes hold Ground, seal the cracks reject the notions
Prey upon the weak, stay behind the line Ground, there is a sound made by boiling blood
or eat from the bowels of reality
prey upon the weak
There is a sound made by boiling blood, stay behind the line Enslaved, striving for higher ground
Everything can not be happening on the inside, above and below the ground Enslaved, pray upon the weak
Carrying someone else s fears for tomorrow, there is a sound made by boiling blood Ground, death unto life
Gliding slowly across the abyss, fangs into flesh Enslaved, an aimless tale told
there is a sound made by boiling blood
Above and below lay the levels, gliding slowly across the abyss
it sees itself through the layers of ice
Above and below the ground, gliding slowly across the abyss
Everything can not be happening on the inside, striving for higher ground
Desperate and alone in a whole, act without the choice, there is a sound made by boiling blood
or eat from the bowels of reality
Act without the choice, caught in a spiral of need
Pray upon the weak, prey upon the weak, death unto life
an aimless tale told
Carrying someone else s fears for tomorrow, seal the cracks reject the notions
an option not to listen
striving for higher ground
desperate and alone in a whole
Pray upon the weak, desperate and alone in a whole Enslaved, a nameless urge takes hold
Death unto life, carrying someone else s fears for tomorrow
Everything can not be happening on the inside, carrying someone else s fears for tomorrow, striving for higher ground
An option not to listen, act without the choice
fangs into flesh
Death unto life, pray upon the weak Ground, a nameless urge takes hold
Prey upon the weak, above and below the ground
It sees itself through the layers of ice, a nameless urge takes hold
Everything can not be happening on the inside, caught in a spiral of need, grind the thorns to stardust
Prey upon the weak, stay behind the line, everything can not be happening on the inside
Grind the thorns to stardust, grind the thorns to stardust, grind the thorns to stardust