The Nest from The Nest by MANA

When the slumber hits, a room with no windows.
I feel the cold, beneath my skin.

Paranoid of time passing.
My muscles begin to melt away.

In the nest, never to be found.
Wrapped in silk and skin. I shed a tear

In the nest, failing to get out.
Seemingly uncertain, hating the fear.

Endless waking, for my weary soul.
Never ending paralysis.

I feel them crawling, all over my skin.
When will the sun break me free?

In the nest, never to be found.
Wrapped in silk and skin. I shed a tear

In the nest, failing to get out.
Seemingly uncertain, hating the fear.

Only now it's dawned on me.
That to quell it's hunger makes me free.

Glimpsing into the abyss.
Falling into the void.

In that time I'm with it. Nothing matters.
In that time.

• Metal
• doom
• hardcore
• post-rock
• sludge
• stoner rock
• London