it's the last you'll see.
hold fast to the cold steel
the stairs arent real
mother earth is our floor
beware roots that want to feed
drag souls to weak to find
the heart of the dark
too weak, they sleep on dirt
and fade in the rocks
see here, the fossils walked upon
death creates this mother earth
slid fingers on the walls draws blood
this tunnel is alive
feel this breathing
listen to the drums in the distance
sounds like what's inside?
or is the sound lost?
dont worry,
everybody will lose mother tongue
remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always
if the way is found to the heart of the dark
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