Lyrics

Shapeless hands claw the firmament.
A desperation; fear of the permanent.
Hold on to this, that which befell us.
Inexorable, our countless aches of loss.
Suspended in the throes of the ineffable;
Bring me to stillness.
Show me the sepulchral.
Let the sky close over and blight all beneath.
Let the free fall of disorder mire in deceit.
Let it all fester.
Vacant, let it all wash away.
Show me the end.
Powerless, we drift further inside.
Behold, the scathing light.
Cower in the wake of it all.
Enter and be undone.