[Movement I] My marrow is turning to heavy stone Stifling the rhythm of every breath Completely submerged in the green abyss I am finally standing quite alone [Instrumental] Embracing the logic of quiet death The light from the surface is turning gray Holding the tension of all this weight Until I am nothing but silt and bone [Instrumental Breakdown, Sycophant] [Movement II] The water striders dance above my eyes Tracing circles where the surface tension breaks I am the anchor of a forgotten ship Reflecting the curvature of the skies [Instrumental] Before the current finally takes My body down in a sudden descent To the cold pockets of the aquifer Where no light or memory can arise [Instrumental Breakdown, Fast Beat, Sycophant] [Movement III] The current drags me to the river bed The ghost of a nervous and fragile child Clinging to the rot of the sunken timber The parts of me that were already dead [Instrumental] Are finally returning to the wild Becoming part of the hydrologic cycle Waiting for the coming of the rain Until the roots of the willow are fed [Instrumental Breakdown, Slow Beat, Sycophant] [Outro] The granite and the shale are heavy friends Pressing the air from my failing lungs Until I am a layer of the world (A part of the world) Forget the way I looked in summer dresses I am the quiet at the center of the lake (The center of the lake) Vanishing into the dark alluvium [Instrumental Breakdown, Faster Beat, Sycophant] [Instrumental Going Slow and Slower] [End]
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