Lungs filled, filia as stalagtite, limestone caverns
Wind that haunts and travels, as the curious explore
It strikes the intricate mind of mine
Perhaps, the things i've touched have set design
Lights bounce off the calcite drops
No, it's not
It is from the curious
Their flashlights, where the awe opens us
Here you know, it will soon be over
See, take in, the sight
Thus, the guide leads to the center of this chamber
Here all huddle, I glance,
And, hear these blue echoes
While a giant breathes
Are we inside the belly of a beast?
We're instructed not to touch
For moisture drops move alive
It hard to breathe, I'm still alive
The guide requests," please,turn off lights"
Stone, picollo sounds and mist ,blue
I turn around...
It so locks down,
I'm the giant, underground!
Do not touch my lungs!
Your oils will kill my life
and stop my beating, dying fate
Turn on the lights!
I cannot wait!
These fears inside this glorious, cave
No hand can see in front, the blackest ,black
Wheeze, with tired ribs from last night's hack
It hurts to leave and breathe
Both worlds in time are one
A sleeping giant and once