Hum From the Hollow

Thorns falling into the dirt
Washed away through the mud beneath the grave!
Ah!

Feel the roots devour my spine
Sanctified in soil-bound rites
And I will never 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
To side to side!

There's a madness of mind killing me inside
Wither and die on a steady decline!

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!