Surface the Infinite

It starts below The pile and the burning in the Darkness in the recipe And fire in the soul To paralyze and strangle hold Disable the design The remnants of reality In our measured time Is torn apart We carry our fear inside, A space that hold the darkness We stretch our skin around, To cover the abyss The smirk on our reality At the future we foresee Blood that seeks redemption In endless nights of sin Spades without spears That pierce the blinding sun We heard from the heralds of grief That nothing remains We carry our fear inside, A space that hold the darkness We stretch our skin around, To cover the abyss Breaks into day Upsets the system It's in our nature to bear The hidden to the end What if this feeling contains the truth? What if our dreams give way to the dogma of old? What if lost desire can be found? No shelter, no barriers between what's already inside Betrays what the surface holds We wear our lives On waters and dust Like daemons of the lost Still wrapped in our own confusion, The call of the abyss We carry our fear inside, A space that hold the darkness We stretch our skin around, To cover the abyss --- Surface The Infinite - Dark Tranquillity