Time Movement - Landmine Marathon

Erupting in time movement

The sea breaks the foot of the cliff

Only to expose the faded face asking for air

Made only to be murmured

Is the installment of death

The rhythm of the waves

Is the digging of the grave

Dig the grave

So sea sick from death

Readily abandoned by those above

Let the sea curl it’s fist

And pound against those below

All our backs have bled

Murdered many times by you

All our eyes turn red

Fate is encrypted and long overdue

Our eyes turn white for you

Our fate is sealed by you

Made only to be murmured

Is the installment of death

The rhythm of the waves

Is the digging of the grave