| Song | Library Subterranean |
| Artist | Kayo Dot |
| Album | Coffins On Io |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Suffer the gulf | |
| Of a hundred million years | |
| The sand that buried centuries | |
| The burden that drew its shadow long | |
| That tried in vain to hide unfathomed | |
| He drew the pictures of his dreams | |
| Mechanically | |
| Unlocked the shrine withdrawn | |
| Threw open doors unmade | |
| Remembering elusive shade | |
| In pieces, like knives of sleep— | |
| It leaves the soul in ruins | |
| A body is only a garment useable | |
| Forgettable | |
| He in me and I in he… | |
| I was given my way back | |
| Unmercifully | |
| I sliced through millennia | |
| But I left my record written | |
| In distorted hand | |
| In alien archives whispering | |
| Buried in the sands of centuries |
| Suffer the gulf | |
| Of a hundred million years | |
| The sand that buried centuries | |
| The burden that drew its shadow long | |
| That tried in vain to hide unfathomed | |
| He drew the pictures of his dreams | |
| Mechanically | |
| Unlocked the shrine withdrawn | |
| Threw open doors unmade | |
| Remembering elusive shade | |
| In pieces, like knives of sleep | |
| It leaves the soul in ruins | |
| A body is only a garment useable | |
| Forgettable | |
| He in me and I in he | |
| I was given my way back | |
| Unmercifully | |
| I sliced through millennia | |
| But I left my record written | |
| In distorted hand | |
| In alien archives whispering | |
| Buried in the sands of centuries |
| Suffer the gulf | |
| Of a hundred million years | |
| The sand that buried centuries | |
| The burden that drew its shadow long | |
| That tried in vain to hide unfathomed | |
| He drew the pictures of his dreams | |
| Mechanically | |
| Unlocked the shrine withdrawn | |
| Threw open doors unmade | |
| Remembering elusive shade | |
| In pieces, like knives of sleep | |
| It leaves the soul in ruins | |
| A body is only a garment useable | |
| Forgettable | |
| He in me and I in he | |
| I was given my way back | |
| Unmercifully | |
| I sliced through millennia | |
| But I left my record written | |
| In distorted hand | |
| In alien archives whispering | |
| Buried in the sands of centuries |