Earth from Deerthrone by Deerthrone

We played in the light 
turned red from our blood.

I had three dreams 
that night you left. 

I'll drag you down to hell 
after I'm done 
praying in your temple.
I'll search the caves in your photographs 
for all of the gems that you've 
hidden to save yourself.

White smoke cuts the earth
and dusk sets in.

The cellar is cold
so our hands can touch

Heat drips from out of your mouth
to fight against 
the chemicals of logic.
Mountains distract me from all of the screaming as time seems to 
stand still and 
stay quiet. 

I was trapped in a dream 
of blind and pointless anger.
I was caught up in my head
to escape the present.

Are these creatures alive?
hiding in my conscious.
Take me back to the time 
when I was never wrong.

• Rock
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