Dead Oceans - Ulcerate

The primeval genesis

Etched into forgotten flesh

In darkness, oblivious, we exist to no avail

To no avail

To never unearth

The insipid with their deadpan stare

Long for worth in dying oceans

To never unearth

By the scorn of weakness

Lay me to rest

Rip away the flesh we scarred with god

And scour our bones for deceit

Beneath the black shroud of abandon lay fields of us

Our bodies still;

our minds hollow and sightless

Here we lay, nothing without deceit

The immortal, reflected in dead oceans

Drowned by frailty tied at their feet

Even still in death, this falls on deaf ears

I am the eyes of our inception

Sewn shut