The Underlying

Song about journeys and self discovery. Through solo travel. You get to learn more about who you truly are

And we dropped like flies on the wall
Ferrying fast for the graveyard
Circle along
With daggers in our hands
Ragged wood seeping blood
Mend my body along the ward
Looking for a way to ride the silver lining
Awaiting for the next strike

With anything so angry somehow it never seem right
A whole life floating around for the next strike
Could your body go off without heads?
Somewhere in the Underlying ?

So roll on the black
Parade it off
All of the shapes are fitted to foam
We wholly embraced the lightning bolt
Confusing the warming ice
When my body is colder now
And I’m off..

So never-mind the place to ride the silver lining
Awaiting for the next strike
Beg for the lightning call
And it’s a body blow
Where do we fall upon the new stride?
Erase to default for the Underlying

Til we ride the silver lining
Lay wasted on the death trap
Beg for the lightning to call
For its a body blow
Just waiting to fall before the next strike
Erase to default for the Underlying