The Pulse of the Earth, Pt. 1: The Magnetic Center - Communic

Here where the old echoes roam

Under a giant

So unconscious in sleep

What’s hiding beneath the surface breathe

Here where nameless faces live

Wasted youths in hate and despair

They hammer the pipes for a warning

To chime

All my life I have sailed with the current along

Now I stand before this entrance to their realm

The pain in on my conscience

As my life is at the cost

The sun falls to kill the day

And the moon new born on the rise

Over big hill and deep seas

On visions from ancient times

While the wind tries to blow the fire

All humanity will be quelled

Living in a world underground

In a life with no friends and no trust

While the wind tries to blow the fire

All humanity will be quelled

Where echoes gather

I feel recycled

I’ve seen the loss in their eyes

Living in a world underground

In a life with no friends and no trust

While the wind tries to blow the fire

All humanity will be quelled