Ivy (feat. Predawn)

Quiet explosions

Climbing strati slowly and gently

And the pressure gets high

No one blames ignorance of the truth

But I raise my open arms just to get stories veiled in daub

Darkest stars are pressing me

The tide is coming in, echoing wings of butterflies

Waiting for the flows to concrete

Then creep on every side has ever existed

Silence veils confusion after all