No one knows what I could find, no one says much more than a lie, this time I have to go down there... only way... I'll go down there. No one knows how fast I descent, no one cares how deep I descent, the soil I taste it with the knees the nose will make me feel the desease. How does it feel? - lay The quiet of the abyss - fill The inner dephts I sink in - drown The gravity crashing me - die The quiet of the abyss. The currents flow I'e stopped to oppose, all got appleased in desolate undertow, dust is wet, tide got withdrawn, scraps on surface, tide got withdrawn. No one knows when insects will come, everybody knows why the insects will come, I'll wait down here the debasement of things, I'll drink just here to decay of fucking things. How does it feel?