Epipelagic : The Old Stone Bridge (Surface – 656ft) ft. Elise Cook Lyrics

In 7 billion souls strong, we are united in an aimless dance

We are so lost in our reveries, misguided with a sense of purpose

O' one last foray into my predilections, O' one fleeting embrace and this can all be reversed

These fiends took the auspices from unhallowed beginnings

I run to thee in the hope of your answers

One last rock on this cairn, above the sea

As this nigh scourge looms, the tenebrous can rise

Have we all just been waiting for an intemperate time?

As smoke fills the air, we abandoned our designs and we chose violence as the context for our lives

One last glimpse of the sky, the world at its knees

We can all link arms and walk into the sea

The deep unknown like a mirror to what befalls thee

There floats your brothers and soon you will join them

The tide ebbs and flows as their remains make an aimless dance

You; in an aimless dance

We; in an aimless dance

Oh why must things be this way? I never set out to harm

But there I stand on the Old Stone Bridge incognizant of the world's kinship

In the Benthic, where I fear most, where I must go, to expire alone

In my sycophantic ways, defined by cowardice, I am utterly undeserving of this espirit de corps

To be blessed with a common grave, in my impotence, in front of the gods, is unconscionable

In this primitive chamber I am protected as the furore descends

For the longest time, I have been disconsolate, more content by a complete lack of joy

Always watching on, as the world passes me by, with no bond to anything, life's a thankless task

I have no hunger, no need to achieve, every waking moment, nothing more than jejune

In stagnation, no drive or potency, a beleaguered fawn, aimless and disconnected

Like a greek tragedy, at the pinnacle of my understanding, the doors suddenly slam shut

It is only befitting, as above so shall below, that I must remain solitary

Why start to change things now?

Each struggle added to the obsession that there's something wrong with me, fundamentally, I am

broken, beyond reproach

I shied away, cowered in fear, unable to match another's gaze

Loosened my grip, and chose to ignore as all good things floated away from me

For each drop of pain, I lost my cool an preferred to impart

Awash in fury, in my truculence, I somehow always found the strength to prey on someone weaker

than I

Without fail, I claimed to learn, then would re-enact the same aimless dance

Stuck on repeat, like life is unending, unaware of the oblivion about to transpire

On the old stone bridge, above a ramp of stones, the vessel hangs in balance of the foreboding

tourbillon

In spite of all my fears, I know I must push on in the imponderable lies my salvation

In those metal walls lies our answer to this quandary

Cease, my fellow kin, for our lord presents us a token; our very own sinai is before us.

Run! To the beacon that calls us and the commandments inside

Run! For he can imbue us and lead us from this strife

Run! To the mountain of god, inside there is his word

Run! To the altar built before us, there is no other way

Get inside, there is safety

Ignore their cries, just slip away

As the final pockets of air flee to the surface, those peering eyes are lost and so too does their

form, thus unfurls an amaranthine shadow upon the tender skies

All that I cherish and all that I fear, no longer bind me, now just the mausoleum of my own creation

Should I feel release as the clamour wanes, should I look away or bear witness to their ultimate

end?

Am I even worthy or am I imperious to the gods as I run away from their creation?

Heed my words as my ailing whispers lay forth a sullen path

My skin bears the marks from those who led you to this act

On land above they grin, as you followed every whim and fell foul to their machinations

Do you not want to overcome the apostates and avenge all you've lost?

Honour the crestfallen who remained at your side

For every shattered bond, I can teach you to plead for their exonerating song

Would it not be a blessing to be in their favour?

As I descend, the mausoleum, the clamour wanes