Atalik

Lately there’s a new sensation growing old in the belly of a beast unfed
A hunger bred to hunt for a new way through the needing
Fall away
(Down beneath the blood and bones)
Don’t fall away from this plan, too
(Keep walking through)
Fall away, don’t fall away from this plan, too
Follow all your prey till the ground divides
When you’re falling down to the base, down to the base you say
“Oh where do we go from here?”