The Presence in the Mist
๐ต 597 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:38 duration
๐ ID: 4410422
๐ Lyrics
The pulsating mist
A sentient thick veil of black marrow
The breathing nothing that lurks in
Plain sight
The walls that meet in no
Ceiling
That grow from no
Ground
That rise from no
Land
The grey nothing
The neat emptiness
Of no being
Of no extremes
The fabric of light
The nexus that forms
The bonds that hold
The matter that stains
The excuse for tearing it all
The instrument that tears
The gears that grind
The pulsating mist
The blackened eyes that
Patiently watch
The breathing nothing
That lurks in plain sight
The pulsating presence,
The blind perception
The reason for tearing it all
A sentient thick veil of black marrow
The breathing nothing that lurks in
Plain sight
The walls that meet in no
Ceiling
That grow from no
Ground
That rise from no
Land
The grey nothing
The neat emptiness
Of no being
Of no extremes
The fabric of light
The nexus that forms
The bonds that hold
The matter that stains
The excuse for tearing it all
The instrument that tears
The gears that grind
The pulsating mist
The blackened eyes that
Patiently watch
The breathing nothing
That lurks in plain sight
The pulsating presence,
The blind perception
The reason for tearing it all
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.45] The pulsating mist
[00:12.55] A sentient thick veil of black marrow
[00:18.41] The breathing nothing that lurks in
[00:24.07] Plain sight
[00:47.57] The walls that meet in no
[00:53.62] Ceiling
[00:59.58] That grow from no
[01:05.95] Ground
[01:11.31] That rise from no
[01:17.43] Land
[01:36.11] The grey nothing
[01:40.47] The neat emptiness
[01:48.20] Of no being
[01:53.59] Of no extremes
[02:24.79] The fabric of light
[02:30.33] The nexus that forms
[02:36.23] The bonds that hold
[02:42.08] The matter that stains
[02:54.06] The excuse for tearing it all
[03:03.15] The instrument that tears
[03:11.70] The gears that grind
[03:18.99] The pulsating mist
[03:30.42] The blackened eyes that
[03:34.49] Patiently watch
[03:40.66] The breathing nothing
[03:44.32] That lurks in plain sight
[03:50.42] The pulsating presence,
[03:55.53] The blind perception
[04:03.09] The reason for tearing it all
[05:37.67]
[00:12.55] A sentient thick veil of black marrow
[00:18.41] The breathing nothing that lurks in
[00:24.07] Plain sight
[00:47.57] The walls that meet in no
[00:53.62] Ceiling
[00:59.58] That grow from no
[01:05.95] Ground
[01:11.31] That rise from no
[01:17.43] Land
[01:36.11] The grey nothing
[01:40.47] The neat emptiness
[01:48.20] Of no being
[01:53.59] Of no extremes
[02:24.79] The fabric of light
[02:30.33] The nexus that forms
[02:36.23] The bonds that hold
[02:42.08] The matter that stains
[02:54.06] The excuse for tearing it all
[03:03.15] The instrument that tears
[03:11.70] The gears that grind
[03:18.99] The pulsating mist
[03:30.42] The blackened eyes that
[03:34.49] Patiently watch
[03:40.66] The breathing nothing
[03:44.32] That lurks in plain sight
[03:50.42] The pulsating presence,
[03:55.53] The blind perception
[04:03.09] The reason for tearing it all
[05:37.67]