Incube - Uneven Structure

Hiss then a cluster of tones slurring through haze, luring me to go forth

To bring them back to the place where they belong

Close to the eight sisters in a dire need of their messenger

I can hear the reveling scent one can only tail

I open my eyes to the rippling skies, overtaking

As you strive to fix your faults, a deaf menace pours black water down my ears

Enjoy your blood thick as lead

Your fingers better dead than numb

Surrender to the pressure filling out your lungs

Let me get to the end of this road with you

Up until their concerns dissipates

Then I’ll let yourself be the judge

As bitterness becomes our distant ghost

Exhale and let go

Sprayed out through this dense stream made of pearls

I’m gazing around, becoming familiar with its dance

A wry vow inking its way

Over pelt and skin, this iodine swell

The tune, stronger as I come closer

Emerges me, leaving me with a cryptical sheet

You promise me some rest

Nothing close to this mess