The Nimloks -

Inside of that hive, the air was stale

All I saw, a fog that’d go for miles

A buzzing drone would heighten all my senses to a tune of rusty, lichen hopes

Behind a mask is where I stole

And I waited in the dirt for my ascension

To my surprise, I saw them—hungry, down below

But I felt serene for a mortal man

They were demons that made to follow me

And they crabbed their way on through

And they tore my heart and drank my fountain dry!

I’d remain with half a head on my shoulders

And my path lead to a mountain of shame and gold

Well, I bore a hole of new frustration

For the river I could never cross

In every fiber, I could feel all wicked eyes

They aimed for me in hours lost

O' I knew they was' watching me!

And they’d never stop this madman

I’d remain with half a head on my shoulders

And my path lead to a mountain of shame and gold

If I stay too long, that darkness will turn my soul black

But all the same… at least I’d have my gold

O' I knew they was' watching me!

And they’d never stop this madman’s drum!

Can I cross a river made of anguish?

When from the murk, they’ll strike their pose into my faith

O' how they’ll sink and force their teeth into my soul!

I closed my eyes and let go

No envy to drown my voice

-The cold mud of freedom’s grandeur

Judgement’s been denied

For I stand on the other side

O' I feel it calling home!

O' I hear it sound its horn!

O' I feel it!

I’d remain with half a head on my shoulders