Fears from Austerium by LUTE

Creeping closer to the sanctum of your head
Peeling thoughts from where discomfort has been shed
Wondering slowly how to keep this drain contained
Mind moves faster now you’ve got to cling to this slope

Reaching out for a rope
Faces sinking and closed
Voices fade as you choke
Life controlled by the host

The fears are calling from the seeds of hell
And the walls keep caving into something else
It’s the same old feelings that you’ve had before
And the days won’t let them go

Peering deeply has it really come to this
Through the motions of a mindless dying trip
Pictures scold me never changing day by day
Hide from strangers but they know you anyway

The days won’t save you from the seeds of hell
And the walls keep craving for the times you fail
Its these same old feelings that you’ve had once more
And the fears have let them show

You’ve got your sinking feeling
You’ve got the panic setting in
It wants to keep from sleeping
But not embracing the unknown

• Metal
• Progressive Rock
• prog
• progressive metal
• rock
• tool
• United Kingdom