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