born upon the cusp of revelation
a consciousness awakened by the dawn
a primitive undying fascination
moved the hand that carved into the stone

faces change, thought returns to dust
ashen countenance, holy rust
I am compendium

trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors
taught to worship self-destructing flaws
running now, the ravens getting nearer
fighting off the gnashing of the claws

this is the weight of heartbreak
this is the weight of life
a thunder at the temple
silencing endless strife
credits