Wake Pig 2004

Here - follow Hollow are these haunted hills Far below the ground Searchers in the deep reveal That you could've been Caught up in all those Empty odds Alive but not awake Promises?... Am i seeping through? Are you an angel Whose ship ran aground Can't get a grip On this planet you've found Never to look down Trade in my halo For feet on the ground Born in motion Forward is the only course Plunge the gaping edge Fallen into flesh and bone