Dolmen
Sprung from reality focus inward return to ash
Carrying idle memory to the rocks of Carnac
Eye opened, torches, dagger cold as ice
Ritualistic isolation carries the promise of peace
Leave neglectful to burrow their cavernous tombs
Fear of failure, a curse on beholders name
What can we decipher without experience?
Silence isn’t an invitation for your insecure projected traits
Pitiful maledictions overheard
Pull away from these dead
The dead yearn for relevance, admiration, they fear the cold truth
Fuck who they know, and the memories of their precious youth
Adorn the fields of your mind with stone
A grave for every fool, every pretentious rat, every clone
Cut the throat of every neck, paint with crimson
Drain the veins of every essence
Bleed every ounce for yourself
Seal shut the door
Bleed every ounce for yourself