| In this web entangled Each danger angled Poised to draw lifeblood Versed with the mad truth Hands tied and tired Slow with the soreness Unsound, unwieldy Bound with a strong rope Clamber each hillock And each mound thereafter Smooth dunes whisper Parched from parity Tumble the slumber To eons of confusion Deep underground One with the fusion Seek the meadowness To roll with the pastures Reel in their realness Roam with their flavour |
| Underground |