The Space Between
The space between has taken me to oblivion
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
Stone carved boy with the face of a gargoyle
Heat starved while he's watching the tar boil
Charred oil cooking the room
All red, as if you took a look in the womb
But it's all dead
The birth of a hellish tyrant
The earth below- yellowish flames bellow like sirens
Say hello to your fellow sinners and conspirers
Do I smell truth tellers or do I eye spy liars with my little iris?
Caught in the middle
Between a rock and the hard space
It's making me brittle
It'll be my ender
Earth quaking the placenta
Tectonic plate shifter adrift around the iffy centre
Basalt crevasses
So steep it shoots a rift straight through the axis
Deeper than as high as the ashes
And the space between inspires madness
The space between has taken me to oblivion
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
I'm a servant of the surface
Burning away inside the furnace
Turning nervous
Under watch of medusa's serpents
Have you heard word from Perseus?
Please sir, it's urgent
Show haste this space
Is only growing wider
The web of loneliness is slowly sowing up the spiders to be
Fibres in the fabric
Cogs of the machine
The space between
Chasing Hade's Stygian stream
Making steam
A thick mist- now is my chance to escape
A quick twist to dance through the Stygian gate
Out of the bowels of hell
To swell into oblivion
Then hurled to the world of the living men
Between space and sea
No vacancy
Except for the space between
The space
Between space and sea
No vacancy
Except for the space between
The space between
The space between has taken me to oblivion
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
Stone carved boy with the face of a gargoyle
Heat starved while he's watching the tar boil
Charred oil cooking the room
All red, as if you took a look in the womb
But it's all dead
The birth of a hellish tyrant
The earth below- yellowish flames bellow like sirens
Say hello to your fellow sinners and conspirers
Do I smell truth tellers or do I eye spy liars with my little iris?
Caught in the middle
Between a rock and the hard space
It's making me brittle
It'll be my ender
Earth quaking the placenta
Tectonic plate shifter adrift around the iffy centre
Basalt crevasses
So steep it shoots a rift straight through the axis
Deeper than as high as the ashes
And the space between inspires madness
The space between has taken me to oblivion
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
I'm a servant of the surface
Burning away inside the furnace
Turning nervous
Under watch of medusa's serpents
Have you heard word from Perseus?
Please sir, it's urgent
Show haste this space
Is only growing wider
The web of loneliness is slowly sowing up the spiders to be
Fibres in the fabric
Cogs of the machine
The space between
Chasing Hade's Stygian stream
Making steam
A thick mist- now is my chance to escape
A quick twist to dance through the Stygian gate
Out of the bowels of hell
To swell into oblivion
Then hurled to the world of the living men
Between space and sea
No vacancy
Except for the space between
The space
Between space and sea
No vacancy
Except for the space between
The space between
The space between has taken me to oblivion
This stasis seems too ancient, please oh Stygian
It's getting kinda cold in Hades basement
Sitting by the walls to fade this ailment
Underworld is meant for reaping
The space between for men to weep in (weep in)
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Writer(s): Jaxon Pollard
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