Exit, Exist -

These old scars

Callous against the touch

Maps made of flesh and bone

A glacial serenity we find our way

Notes scrawled of crimson and blue

Sought the light of a dimming existence

Unwinding as the ghost of me was pulled away

Destroyer of worlds

We roam these realms forgotten

Forgive me for I am man

Cosmic labyrinthian

Unearth the soul as I reach in

All hands lost in the crimson

Do we feel what we cannot touch

Can we pull ourselves from the rust

All hands lost in the crimson

Keep the outside never in

Nothing matters

When focused on the past

Our futures shatter

Do we feel what we cannot touch

Can we pull ourselves from the rust

I’m only seen in the pictures

Most days are a bitter pain

Amongst the shipwrecked

Cosmic labyrinthian

Unearth the soul as I reach in

All hands lost in the crimson

Do we feel what we cannot touch

Can we pull ourselves from the rust

All hands lost in the crimson