Ground - Enslaved

Fangs into flesh

Panic and spit

Death unto life

Eyes wide

It sees itself through the layers of ice

Now, seal the cracks — reject the notions!

Everything can not be happening on the inside?

An option not to listen

A nameless urge takes hold

Prey upon the weak

An aimless tale told

Pray upon the weak

Caught in a spiral of need

Act without the choice

Choose not to act

Caught in a spiral of need

Desperate and alone in a whole

Striving for higher ground

Carrying someone else’s fears for tomorrow

Stay behind the line

Or eat from the bowels of reality

Grind the thorns to stardust

Gliding slowly across the abyss

Inside, the inside, the inside

There is a sound made by boiling blood

Above and below lay the levels

Above and below the ground

Ground