Searching for solace in a toxic temple
Fragments of lead climbing through your head
Stones load your coat as you wade through the winter current
dancing with the dead on the riverbed
Wanton hanging of the wise pale king
And I see myself
Here we dream in a bed of seamless sleep
The rain never wakes you from your descent
Sinking through subtle waves
That disguise the current down below
You're pulled in the undertow
Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head
Ephemeral: Everything created must expire
Misery: Losing hope for a dying world
or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable?
Words lose sound with every fathom, further down
Torn between two worlds
floundering in a state of metaxis
One is waning one is dead
In both we feel too much
We feel too much
Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head
Ephemeral: Everything created must expire
Misery: Losing hope for a dying world
or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable?
Most nights we merge into one dream
You mouth that four word sundering
Soundless, but somehow deafening
I can't go on
I'll strain my voice to make you relent
but the tide holds me in my dissent
We're bound to each other in the undertow
You were my ineffable
