Every Late Night Leads Us Back To Lehmann’s Discontinuity

There is a beat eternal
And a bass leyline deep underground
Under the sharp grass and the damp dirt
Beyond the newfangled crust where Verne fought to live
Circling round a shiny iron and cotton candy core
You’re reflected with pressing gravity
Your thoughts weigh a metric ton
You’re infected with a molten tragedy
The center of everything that is
everything holding everything
in a place where only shear imagination
can feel the seismic bellows
of a deep deep underground

Every Late Night Leads Us Back To Lehmann’s Discontinuity