Hum From The Hollow

Thorns falling into the dirt

Washed away

Through the mud beneath the grave

Feel the roots devour my spine.

Sanctified in soil-bound rites

And I will never a praise a rusted faith that's veiled in pain

A Hollow crown that's dragging chains

Undone

Unthread by rot

Soul-woven through the soil

Bound in earthen toil

While the dirt hums with my illness

Through the mud

Beneath the grave

I've been feeling like

There's a sickness in my design

A dead reckoning

that keeps dragging me side to side to side

I've been sealed up tight

In the madness of my mind

That keeps pulling me

Keeps pulling me side to side to side

Digging roots beneath the dust.

Divide from being

To reclaim the dreams of man in the end only death looms

Decumbent in lifeless bloom

sacred stillness

Now i'll return from ruin through the roots

Through the mud

Beneath the grave

I've been feeling like

There's a sickness in my design

A dead reckoning

that keeps dragging me side to side to side

I've been sealed up tight

In the madness of my mind

That keeps pulling me

Keeps pulling me side to side to side

There's a madness of mind killing me inside

Wither and die on a steady decline

Choke out the flame of yesterday

dragged down break every bone that remains

bloom within it annihilated from the wicked

Transcend and desolate