Thoughts Like Hammers - Enslaved

Celestial buried mind resting

Resting without peace still

Don’t know where I drowned

Cornered and defeated

Yes, there’s a thought forming

Patterns in the currents

Mud-dwellers at the star-floor

Nourishment for the mind seeps

Harvest through suffering

Absorbed in desperation

Assimilated logic

Drawn towards the ladders

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Instinctive destruction sparked

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Knowing only my own dissent

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Static is the common language

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Celestial buried mind resting

Resting without peace still

Assimilated logic

Drawn towards the ladders

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Instinctive destruction sparked

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Knowing only my own dissent

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Static is the common language

Elucidated, burned, afraid

Motion remains our mothertongue

Failure might not be what it seems

All is broken for a reason

Familiar blood drawn for painting

Willing another perspective

Flashing scenes seeing children above

Knowing there will be another life

Sacrificing

Sacrificing remnants of the past

Walking all on my own forever

The illusion no longer needed

It is spoken without words of doubt

Now we move the stars above, below

And dwell beneath the layers of dirt

My runic patterns in the current

My runic patterns in the current

Motion remains our mothertongue

Failure might not be what it seems

All is broken for a reason

Familiar blood drawn for painting

Willing another perspective

Flashing scenes seeing children above