Catacombs -

Sweeping barricades red with rust

Quiet this mind abandoned fields of thought

Searching for meaning, wandering in opaque

Closing my eyes, and let the color in

Quiet this mind ignite these fields of thought

Everything around me cold and still, searching for feeling screaming

Open my eyes and let the color in

We venture through time blind

Running hands against the walls

Everything around me slowing down

I feel a cold wind pierce through the wall

Abandon these fields of thought, try to quiet this mind

We’ll serve a lifetime of terror inside

Wandering through these catacombs

Sweeping barricades red with blood

Quiet this mind, ignite these fields of thought

Searching for feeling, screaming in opaque

Closing my eyes colorless

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls

Forgotten still searching the deeper we go

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls

We will be forgotten inside these catacombs

Truth will always find me, I’ll disregard the meaning

Caught with my head underground wide eyed and afraid to look up

Nightmares replicating on concrete sleep, trapped inside a feverish dream

Waiting for the weight I’m carrying to adjust

Waiting for something to wake me up

I’ve dug these up on my own, I’ve dug these up on my own

I will stay in these catacombs