Continental  Drift  -  Virus

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