Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets Sounds Of Tindalos
Open up
Pop 'em down
Just relax
Hear the sounds
Struggle not to be free
Tell us all what you see
Can you tell that we're here
You've got nothing to fear
It's alright
You'll be fine
As you're sucked back in time
Are the walls of the house fading in, fading out?
Are you near?
Are you far?
Can you tell where you are?
Are you trapped?
Are you free?
Simultaneously?
Can you see everything?
Is it black?
Is it gone?
Can you sense what's beyond?
Take a step further back
Just a peek through the crack
Are they force?
Are they space?
Are they dead or awake?
Are they far?
Are they near?
Do they feed on your fear?
Is it life inchoate?
Is it hate concentrate?
Concentrate! Concentrate!
From the corners and bends do they strike yet again and
again?
