there’s a ferocious warmth in lack of gesture when it comes from below.. you hold me in a demoniac flow the shade of you is ablaze scorching trench in your chest i watch your grace in an eclipsed mirror the great canyon roars under me demoniac flow the great canyon roars under the yoke of new voids settled on lost continents in a gilded cage in the frozen foreground the shade of you is ablaze scorching trench in your chest i watch your grace in an eclipsed mirror the great canyon roars the great canyon roars