Kira McSpice - Descender Lyrics

Cold ice hands
In the kitchen with the pan
Blind eye stare
Out the window through the glare

Every day oh god
There's a fire out there
I imagine myself in it
I catch myself in the window

Somehow still
In the fire on the hill
Burns the weak body
But it's cold and heavy

Sinking into itself
Till it makes its own grave in the ground
Sinking low into the earth
Past graves past hell into another hell

Soft I fall
Beyond devil or thoughts of god
Past orange flame
Where it's blue and I remain

There it melts me down
Into metal I drown
And I'm heaviest there
At the center of the earth

At the center of the earth