The Deccan Traps
Sean Renner
Raise your hands towards the sound
Of the hollowed hands that bring the mountains down
Stare across the gaping maw
As the bodies feed the fires of the earth once more
A crack to all directions offers no release
For the atmosphere that holds us here
Will always be
Immersed in the thick darkness down
To shape, to bury everything around
Sunken deep inside my tongue
I can feel the itch of (?) assault my lungs
The demons surrounding, and the suck the air cells dry
There's a void where all my purity, my hope used to reside
I can see their greasy faces, they are fat with rage and greed
And they will never look away 'cause we will always be
Immersed in the thick darkness down
To shape, to bury everything around