Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground?
It's a language unavailable to you and I
Goodbye hesitation and doubt

Creepy feeling easing up on me

Uneasy feeling creeping up on me
Let me hear just a little bit more

Sliding down
Sliding down

Down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow
Let me hear just a little bit more
Justify a weary trinity
Goodbye hesitation and doubt
Sliding now
And I can hardly contain my joy
Will its release ever set me free?
And I'm covered in a shroud of mediocrity
Sliding down
I can hardly contain my
And I can hardly contain my joy

Every fear and superstition I breed
No entry to the place where answers lie
Is there a turnaround?

Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground?
Is there a turnaround?
Will its release ever set me free?
Down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow
Does it devour everything I believe?