03.MY CORE
Fathomless whirlwind
in sinking reality.
I stare through thin pupils
to a world obscuring
my core.
I heal & hear everything.
I'm sinking, darkness is calling me
calling me
caressing me,
veiling, unveiling
my core.
R:
Shades of shadow melt the skies,
the rancid glory of the stars.
Will the morrow ever come
to withstand my new core.
My temples as embers pulse
in the holocaust of my brain.
We're gamblers.
What do we gain?
It is me & my core.
R:
Shades of shadow melt the skies,
the rancid glory of the stars.
Will the morrow ever come
to withstand my new core.
