Lyrics Fathom Infinite Depth - Archspire
There
is
a
pit
I
may
have
dug
within
one
single
frozen
Moment.
In
it
lurks
a
haunting
endless
multitude
of
vile
Incarnate.
We
now
are
linked,
I
have
become
it's
counter-part,
Its
mindless
pawn.
Relentlessly
racing
encircling
curse.
Blistering,
this
unrelenting
becoming
to
excavate
The
rancid
soil
that
lay
upon
the
artifact.
Why
is
my
hand
gone?
Constant
begging,
Pleading,
Screaming.
I
attempt
to
reason
with
the
recess.
Fusing
with
the
elder's
vision,
to
see
as
it
sees.
Does
it
hear
me?
For
I
now
hear
it.
This
pit
the
past,
and
I
the
present.
Deep
behind
my
eyes
we
merge
as
one.
This
tunnel
is
the
retina
of
the
Ancients
eye.
Spewing
forth
from
it's
dark
chasm
The
entangled,
deranged,
Constant
vile
constructs
of
the
Onyx.
What
lay
beneath
my
eyes,
exhumed
from
evermore.
Our
minds
unable
to
measure
How
minute
yet
immense
the
grasp
of
this
vacuous
gash.
Excavating
the
pits
innards
Bore
an
object
that
of
which
I
craved
possession.
Slime,
Reflective.
I
reach
down
to
grab
it,
It
eats
my
hand.
Leaves
my
limb
dripping.
A
taste
of
what
awaits.
I
will
take
it
to
my
casket,
this
incessant
mesh
of
Madness.
My
son
and
wife,
and
hand,
and
mind
have
left
me
Incineration
of
my
sanity
leading
me
closer
to
death,
Yet
I
must
illuminate
its
fathomless
depth.
Emanating
forces
from
this
unearthly
twisted
retinal
Orifice,
Drag
me
down
at
night
to
reveal
The
awful
dwellings
of
it's
depths
below.
Crepuscular
visions
of
vastness
haunting
me.
Trapping
me.
Taunting
me.
Draining
me.
Slithering
liquid
breathing.
Black
ooze
leaking
from
my
wounded
limb.
Insatiable,
it's
gluttony
to
be
fed.
I
want
to
wake
up.
I
awake
to
find
I'm
staring
Oblivious
into
the
pit
that
I
have
dug.
Revolted
yet
I
cannot
turn
away.
Man's
attempt
to
fathom
the
infinite
depth,
Lurking
within
finite
matter.
Man
can't
fathom.
Fuelling
my
crippling
phobia
of
infinity.
Consuming
all
within
it's
potent
grasp.
After
tasting
my
hand
it
demands
more
and
more
flesh.
It
sucks
in
stray
birds
from
the
withered
grey
sky.
In
fever
I
erode
my
fears.
Digging
ever
deeper
still.
As
past,
present
and
future
collide,
What
remained
of
my
mind
is
now
crawling
away.
With
the
one
hand
that
I
have
left,
I
wield
the
shovel
that
digs
beyond
earth.
Through
the
dirt.
Through
my
eyes.
Through
the
worms.
Through
the
world.
As
it
stares
deep
into
me,
I
respond
with
equal
Enquiry.
Demented
sycophantic
liquid
doppelgangers
Leak
out
to
our
surface,
In
search
of
life
to
feed
into
the
gape.
Taking
over
the
world
we
know,
as
I
join
the
world
Below.
Merging
with
the
spiralling
retina
of
the
mind's
eye.
Altered,
I
face
all
my
hells
Inside
this
pit
I
can't
crawl
out.
Man's
attempt
to
fathom
the
infinite
depth,
Lurking
within
finite
matter.
Past
the
timeless
tunnel
awaits
Life
in
mass-less
hyper
state.
Wake!
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