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