Softly In The Surge lyrics

Softly in the Surge. reach backward when death was warm and obstacles slept on floors new worlds poisoned old worlds with defeatism as a weapon angry as a torn figure slothed in my sunken form i am not alive i will sell my children for hallucinations buried in a lapse trapped in unearned realities back and fourth across a stretch of time clenching contradictions in the fist of my heart wrapped in legs stranded in a dead body