The Mantle Tomb

Are we mere space dust drifting in time to nowhere and destruction?
The corruption seeps to the purest light and that is existence
Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land
Just one more drifting chip of consciousness

Stumbling against static waves is it the machine keeping us down?
Plugged in expecting to peak
Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land
Nothing but dirt and old bones held together by dust
To crack the land and the old backbone clears the mind of stone

A cold smear of last night’s smoke the drowsing lot
Reeled in on its silver thread red dust a smell like maturing rust
Emptying days and the driving mantle gloom
Last night’s smoke the drowsing lot
Just plugged in expecting to peak buried by dirt and old bones

Are we mere space dust drifting in time to nowhere and destruction?
The corruption, it seeps to the purest light and that is existence
Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land

Mammalian spreads mute into an extended nervous system
A dense mass of consciousness, the blood of our air
There are times when we are nowhere
Falling apart it seems

There are times when we are nowhere
Falling apart at the seams
Falling apart it seems
Falling apart at the seams
Falling it seems
Apart