Lyrics Interachnid - Helms Alee

Interachnid

Pushing through rocks like roots
Blending fruit, brown and blue
You can’t stop what you can’t move
We will untame nature
Angles force what we make up as fate
When open hands serve to hide your face
We’re marked for left in the dust and breeze
Dirt swallows dreams but you know worse things happen at sea
Gifted true howling moon
Lifted mood, skirt, and tune
You can’t stop when you can’t lose
We won’t shame our flavor
Kiss the fools, «God be with you»
Drip the drool, the crowning jewel
You can’t stop where you can’t rule
We’ll be our own savior