The Magnetic Ridge

We stockpiled for the season Strangling the trees Tied down shelter from the rain And slowly drew a map ahead It stood there in a dream Black door never to be seen Calling my name, awaiting For the paces of my feet Fading eye in the room While the candle is alight Lay me down in the womb's Inescapable divide And we make it to the sanctum I'm hearing voices in the tunnels I sense some tension in my brothers And I taste the evil on my breath But as we edge on the the centre As we make our move, a vibe sinks in Like a telegram from the stars Those feelings coming over me Those symptoms of the mind They're warding me away But I belong here inside Fading eye in the room While the candle is alight Lay me down in the womb's Inescapable divide