Requiem for a Dive Songtext
von Subtle

At the opposite end of the hall sits a pair
Of empty pay-public binoculars
Slumped facing your way in the dead of the stare
You marvel about until you eye this one
Door that appears to be both half open and closed
And are drawn moth to the bulb
Head down as if reeled round a gear by the guts
Inching toward your intuit picked portal of choice
Now knelt yet not without nerves
In this moment of mostly glory

You look up for the knob and see nothing but heel shut
Keyhole dark strung in this dream
You begin to cocky


In the furthest corner of a clearest skull
When you feel your kneecaps being nursed
By a white on white welcome mat
You tilt your skull to read "Woe be gone"
Only wrong or written in mirror
Your hands and heart full of that
You lift the mat gently and there
Beneath its sewn embroidered sits

An intact wishbone and you carefully lift
Your instrument of certain lock to the door
And it slowly unclenches the scar
See a sack where its keyhole would be
And so you snap this bone cut wish
And begin to lock pick until you hear
Through the thick of the door
The deadbolt cold through set suddenly

The fear block above your skull

Beneath your skin goes wild

The fear block above your skull

Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull

Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull


Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull
Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull
Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull
Beneath your skin goes wild
The fear block above your skull
Beneath your skin goes wild