From the darkest and dankest of hells we happily rise. Free
From the ground we purge spirit no choice, only ours. Me

Across viscous, vast plains of brown we play. Searching
Across many broken bridges we trek once *****. Losing

Sinking and sinking until the grains of sand meet EYE. Waste
Sinking and sinking finally some rest from beats that pry. Haste