ive been deemed unworthy of ascension
the deities have rinsed me in reverse
speculum obliviana
and like a bear trap, one single motion im
pried wide open, hinged by spine
from my mangled form my heavy
heart begins to lift
ribs are built for breaking by design
cant descend upon the southeast spire
reference maps preserved to lead us home
cannot face the droves of thoughtless soldiers
ive got a futon, promise of freedom im
pried wide open, hinged by spine
from my mangled form my heavy heart begins to lift
ribs are built for breaking by design
lights surround us, ethereal and true
thrice they circle and countless times ive failed you
unleash the romance on the anthill
a treaty of concord
beg forgiveness from the sitting duck
violent true believer
demagnetize my moral compass
secretly hostile
'tis midnight in the heavenly construct
the moon a deceiver
a beacon, an omen, and angel of death
pried wide open, hinged by spine
wished to my extinction leveled
murdered and remained
ribs are built for breaking by design