Slit wrist life and limb to that which is unknown.
Sunchild breathe light waiting to expire.
Today a grave for a sadness evermore.
Insect sun of lucid skin.
Bury your spine when soil turns to stone.
The masses comatose.
Marching into the storm.
Bereft of all - take my soul.
Lay my weary head to rest.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
