Promise

Follow the Avon Down your visceral biomes See the tangled forest spheres Change to wide fielded piers Where there's an angel in the underground Age of the insects, abstract sickness Lay out your casualties, combing out your vanities At the water's edge, I lay ya down let ya take a breath Rivers polluted by the figures Said to the morn from the break of the moon through to dawn With the sun I am always struck by your heart It's a work of art WHAT IS BEFORE US? THIS IS THE PROMISE WHAT IS BEFORE US? THIS IS THE THIS IS THE PROMISE Angel in the underground She don't need no light shining Blinding her direction Redefining her complexion She is made of the heavy ground Not winged nor beautified not fair nor crowned Not distracted by Heaven or Sky Coz the deeper you go, the higher you fly WHAT IS BEFORE US? THIS IS THE PROMISE WHAT IS BEFORE US? THIS IS THE THIS IS THE PROMISE You seek a quest in the restless west I was out of breath The world is a worm squirming to the womb Insect sickness inside you Incessant murmur of human pleasure Cultivated culture The vultures and insects all arrrrhhhhhhhhh Take me to this great divide Of incestuous mutation I'm glorified, now jerk me off My credit masturbation There was a beast growing in my belly I said cut it out of me, cut cut it out of me I was surrogate to a city that was suffocating me Suffocating me I'm going back down Return to the underground I'm going back down Return to the underground