Tar Pit

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Verse

Black glass cools under the midday sun.
A spider leg snaps in the dark.
The tar holds its heavy breath.
A single feather stays dark.

Chorus

It swallows slow.
It pulls below.
The stone sinks deep.
The shadow keeps.
It swallows slow.
It pulls below.
The stone sinks deep.
The shadow keeps.

Verse

Heat curls smoke from the grey rim.
A rusted nail bends in the hot.
The black liquid rises high.
The weight never stops.

Chorus

It swallows slow.
It pulls below.
The stone sinks deep.
The shadow keeps.
It swallows slow.
It pulls below.
The stone sinks deep.
The shadow keeps.