Catacomb - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Prozak]

I cannot breathe, but I don't seem to struggle

I hear the voices of my grandparents and my brother

Everything so unfamiliar, yet I know my way

To describe this feeling, it's the opposite of pain

No separation from the sky and the ground

Leavin' it only to my imagination as I look around

All along the outskirts walk the lost souls

Screaming in the language that only the shadows know

Script of the any recolection of the former lives

So full of sorrow otherwise hollow on inside

The feeling is so lonely that I have to turn away

I ponder how awfull to be the final price to pay

I continue moving to the trenches of this outter realm

The feeling of being followed is certain but I cannot tell

Up from down, left from right, night from day, day from night

But the whisper in the wind told me "it's all right"

Keep your life

Keep us alive

Walking down this dark hallway with many doors

And every single room is the place that I've been before

Door one was the hospital I was born in

It's right across from that was my grandmother she was sewing

In the same chair when she lost air such a blank stare

Tryin call her name but I can only speak in prayer

Moving on into the third door

I feel the presence of my cousins and uncles so I'm in corridor

Of this dark room that is pitch black

Since that I've never seen the faces I knew they never be coming back

The forth room is empty

But I can understand symbolically that's how I felt most of my life

So it was me

Door five help my spirit guides inside

Their hands are joining in the circle protecting me from all sides

A dark figure blocked the sixth door

Cloud black the whisper in the wind spoke again and it said "turn back"

Keep your life

Keep us alive