| The dark horizontal
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| Ahead, a panting land approaches
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| Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers
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| Mend the distant fraying seams
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| Of a violent waters restless bedding
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| Panic indented in the floating web of wicked mental horrors
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| Thought up by the crew’s subconscious fears
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| Come alive to haunt and drain us
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| The sea is a man that’s trying to kill me
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| The wind is his repugnant voice
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| The air his fouled breath
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| A stench of salt of blood and rot
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| The sky is his mouth, the stars his open sores
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| The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear
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| Mountains unstable and hideous
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| The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon
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| A.U.M. |
| sent us to find and retrieve the artifact
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| In the house of change
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| Where the king came back
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| Through spontaneous regeneration
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| Reliving Kairos in the king’s hell
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| Becoming the mimics from the triplets' well
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| Exhuming infinity to find a hand
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| A child made out of teeth, feeding on blood and sand
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| The sea is a man that’s trying to kill me
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| The air his fouled breath
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| A stench of salt, of blood and rot
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| The sky, his mouth, the stars open sores
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| The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat
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| The sea is a man that’s trying to kill me
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| The sky is his mouth, the stars open sores
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| The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for…
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear
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| A dark horizontal
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| Flooding the linear land with the sand of its own
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| In the parallel dunes of its hourglass
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| We are buried
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| Mountains unstable and hideous
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| The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon
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| Raised blades of land stab skyward
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| Through the ocean’s skin
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| Storm winds true their edge to scalp
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| The curve of Earth
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| Peeling off the rind, revealing a house made of living tissue
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| Yelling out its mouth for me to regenerate, in it
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| In dark horizontal
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| Ahead, a panting land approaches
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| Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers
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| Mend the distant fraying seams
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| Of a violent waters restless bedding
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| In this house the disease of dream
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| Course in the veins and arteries of the walls
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| Imagined infections thrive
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| They blister and breed under the floor
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| Their many roots are breaking through
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| Saplings sprout and secure their place
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| Growing into trunks of flesh and boil
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| The pillars of man’s deepest fears
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| Enclosing me in a forest of unforgiving mental genesis
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| I mold this house of clay bacterium
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| Where I sculpt my own organ prison
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| In this house beyond our time, this house at the end of the Earth
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| The artifact’s resting place
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| A dark horizontal fear
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| Defying the linear
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| Lost in this storm and exhausted of options
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| I crawled to the bow of the boat and leaped off it
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| The figurehead came alive
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| And it clawed and it grabbed at me
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| Desperately wailing in agony
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| Failing to capture my fall
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| Diving through the fog
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| Through the gray and green
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| My hands bound together as if in prayer
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| I cut through the mesh of black liquid surrounding us
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| Fighting against the live current of thousands of
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| Thousands of eyes and hands
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| Miles I swam
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| Through skin and limb
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| The sea is a man that’s trying to kill me
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| The air his fouled breath
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| A stench of salt of blood and rot
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| The sky his mouth, the stars his open sores
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| The shoreline is his jaw grinding for meat
|
| The sea is a man that’s trying to kill me
|
| The sky is his mouth, the stars open sores
|
| The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for…
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear
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| Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
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| Imaginable realities constructed out of fear |