I'm tired again and the salt tastes sweet
Continental drift in my soul, my mind
Converging, crashing, coming home
Glaciers melt down the vertebrae in my spine
Condensate in the Mariana Trenches of my..
...body
Volcanic waves wake from their ancient cartridge slumber
Communicate only through the arcane language of magma bones and oceanic crust
Another mountain ruptured and my earth is flat again
Mantle skin melts
Earthly eruption dance of violent ethereal tranquility
It's harmonic
I am tired again and the salt tastes sweet
Even mystic earthly waltz
It's tectonic
I was once Pangea
Now it's all islands and bridges
Nothing stays together long enough
Not even the things that make you up
You'll be something else
Somewhere else
It's tectonic
It's what's beneath my feet that maims me
A body that droughts
I was just there to cover up the ugly parts
The shore isn't where the water starts
It's what escapes it
It's all negative earth
It's tectonic
Do you see my mountains clench
Do you see their cavities
Do you see the dents in their peaks
Do you see why these mountains can no longer eat
Do you see why their bases keep on bleed
It's tectonic