Ambrosia

The most dreaded disease Is there a cure beneath the sea Eight miles below Calling out to me I'm not a figment You are not who you are Better not forget Better not fall asleep The living darkness Calling out to me The pressure is enough to atomize a man in a second A hole is a door, is a portal, is a mouth To swallow you into a realm beyond black The most dreaded dreams Converging at once to haunt me Can't be distinguished From reality I'm not a figment You are not who you are Better not forget Better not fall asleep The hand of darkness Always beckoning me Lights out In the Trieste And in Your eyes Replaced By the Darkness Let's open you up now, and see what's inside It's the living ambrosia in unending supply The miracle cure-all, nectar of the gods Sentient ambrosia-This is no thing of God Red alert now Holes expanding It's consuming While producing Manipulates Environment Walls are crushing Outside and within We've been banished so long to the cellar of the world, eternally waiting For you to come along as our chosen host You were beckoned and taken Bye-bye, humankind I am the figment You are not who you are You are the figment You are not who you are Bye-bye, humankind Rising to the surface Living death