All Is Found... In Time - Neurosis

In time the silence gives way

The grain betrays our larval state

Seethe Burns All

Standing wild on ragged stones

Waiting to be

To be found

To be found

The water flowing slow and black

The air of the blackbirds all

Standing wild on ragged stones

Waiting to be

To be found

To be found

Looking away from the fall of tomorrow

Tunneling through the black that will follow

Tearing the sickness from hearts that are hollow

Cracking the bones to get at the marrow