Parallel Layers Lyrics

Beyond the warped fault of reality, a desolate field emerges as the top of this dimensional plane architecture.
Swallowed by aridity, summoned by outward canyons, we let the ground colour our boots.
At night we enfold and enclose the wind.

We are grinding like wheels, suffocated by dust, drained by the sun. This valley is my heart, too deserted for love, too dry for blood, it's my own grave yet full of bones.
At night we enfold and die as one.