Razor Bass Rift
Digging through the ancient clay
Looking for a lighter day
Every shadow has a name
Every fire feeds the same
Under the weight, we crawl
Crushing the stones, we fall
Nothing but the heavy ground
Lost in the deepest sound
Carve the markings in the stone
Flesh is temporary bone
Time is just a quiet thief
Leaving us to match the grief
Under the weight, we crawl
Crushing the stones, we fall
Nothing but the heavy ground
Lost in the deepest sound
Lost in the sound...
(in the deep, in the deep)