The

walls

of

a

po-

em

like

the

fol-

din'

of

wings.

They

burn

through

the

base

of

the

skull.

Un-

der

the

eye-

lids

the

night

e-

ter

-

nal.

Down

fell

the

ci-

ty

of

words.

The

black-

ness

throb

-

bin'

Foul

and

un-

res-

train-

ed

Un-

der

the

sea-

floor.

A-

gainst

the

white

sand.

Where

the

land

has

been

drink-

in'

All

our

blood

and

re-

gret

Our

words

are

like

quick-

sand.

A-

gainst

the

end-

less

sky.

The

poi-

so-

nous

dark-

ness

In

so-

lid

si

-

lence

Like

ri-

vers

in

ice.

We

burn

like

blind-

in'

fires.

In

the

void

of

my

spi-

rit.

Deep

in

the

lungs

of

Hell

to

sink

like

lead.

In

the

void

of

my

spi-

rit.

Deep

in

the

lungs

of

Hell.

Trace-

less

through

the

air.