The place we are headed no one can follow
where dread lives, and all things are empty and hollow
the ground is embedded with the dreams that its swallowed
and the sky it is filled to the brim with the swallows
yes this is the place we go that no one can follow

the air is heavy and the dark is real
the scars that levy in part don’t heal
and only what bleeds are the parts you feel
the terms you speak all talks are deals
the things that sneak in the shadows can kill
so you become colder than the atmospheric chill
where there is no time for self loathing and wallow
this is the place that no one can follow

where the mist it is poison
and you drink it cuz thirsty
then hold in the pain the bruises the hurting
you talk constant with death you and death are both flirting
the look in your eyes both kind and disturbing
disturbed to the core from the things that are lurking
in the pit of your heart where the demons usurping
blind in the eyes i cant see if you’re hurting
so we trust in each other and believe in the judging

a place where you walk but dont crawl though
you stop and you think but dont stall though
floating along emptier than the hollow
to reach the end of this place that we go where no one can follow

the pit the abyss the bottom of...