This Gift Is A Curse Monuments For Dead Gods
Through clouds of rapid motion
Behind walls of flashing noise
I see them lying there, dead as they fell, frozen in time
Through the misy of the scarlet vale
I throw my seeds into the illumine well
I see clearly, monuments for dead gods
And I go into oblivion
I set fire, set fire to the icons of memory
Set fire, set fire to the pillars of shared truth
Before I leave I will choke the light
I will use everything they once took to tear them down
Before I leave I will choke the light
I will breathe nightmares into the vessel they call sleep