Abyssal Pulse

[Verse 1]
The world above, a muffled dream, a fading trace.
My body floats, a primal core released, in liquid space.
No desert sun to burn, no adobe walls to hold me now.
Just current's whisper, ancestral stories in the deep somehow.

[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, a bassline deep inside.
Ancestral rhythm, nowhere left to hide.
Pressure forms the crystal, raw and true.
A quiet knowing, I belong to the deep.

[Verse 2]
Through water strata, sun's a golden stain, a fragile gleam.
Silt of ages siphons light, then fades within this ancient stream.
Each current shifts, a slow erosion's grace, profound and vast.
Like ancient rivers, carving canyons, built to truly last.

[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, a bassline deep inside.
Ancestral rhythm, nowhere left to hide.
Pressure forms the crystal, raw and true.
A quiet knowing, I belong to the deep.

[Bridge]
Tectonic pressure, building from below, a silent, rising power.
A deep core surge, the only way to truly bloom this sacred hour.
No dust of cities, just this primal flow, eternally profound.

[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, a bassline deep inside.
Ancestral rhythm, nowhere left to hide.
Pressure forms the crystal, raw and true.
A quiet knowing, I belong to the deep.

[Outro]
Float weightless, pulse in time, so free.
This liquid core, eternally mine, and meant to be.