Virus Continental Drift
Slow and accurate over the fields where the first fossils were formed The pendulum sways like a dead arm
I hear you here, resonating from your shine
Blazing the veins of the sun you are viewing the great world
The visuals of your sounds resound throughout all our known abysses And floats around in the magma chamber
Toils with what's forgotten as all our craters are formed The slowest (there is), the continents drifting underneath the crusts of our deserts
