Searching for solace in a toxic temple Fragments of lead climbing through your head Stones load your coat as you wade through the winter current Dancing with the dead on the riverbed Wanton hanging of the wise pale king And I see myself Here we dream in a bed of seamless sleep The rain never wakes you from your descent Sinking through subtle waves that disguise the current down below You're pulled in the undertow Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head Ephemeral: everything created must expire Misery: losing hope for a dying world Or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable? Words lose sound With every fathom, further down Torn between two worlds Floundering in a state of metaxis One is waning, one is dead In both, we feel too much, we feel too much Down below Intricate: I watched the world dance inside your head Ephemeral: everything created must expire Misery: losing hope for a dying world Or did we lose hope in ourselves, my ineffable? Most nights we merge into one dream You mouth that four word sundering Soundless, but somehow deafening "I can't go on" I'll strain my voice to make you relent But the tide holds me in my dissent We're bound to each other in the undertow You were my ineffable