11"12 Lyrics

I fell deeper
Got filled to the brim
Clenched my fist to handle
The last chain, but to no avail

Seeping pores
Rolling escape
Vessel of myself

Staggered through this bottom
Among scattered remains
How many deaths have in vain
Sought the rising flow

Barren lands
Freezing emptiness
Fixed sensation
Speech of souls

To the outer rim of solid grounds
Past these trifling murky waters
All I see will come to tremble
Before my hour of the great leap

I come with the raging flood
Its vindicating eye burns me
Turned ashen in its frenzy
Judgment unto the eroding ooze
From the flames of the nether
I'm left faceless and overwhelmed

This sea of desolation
Ever dipped by an ore
Eluding as my path
To the nearest shore