The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moon
I don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted on us soon
Breath like fire and blood is ice. Skin has its own mind.
Crawling out of the throat is the truth, letting sanity unwind.
If we had it to do over again, I would turn reality to ashes.
Instead, we stare into the horrors as the second hand passes
What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze
The moon rose again and blankets the earth in reflected grace,
She turned her face away, letting pinpoints watch in her place.
Cataclysmic mother once torn to birth the barren daughter.
cries out in agony for the scars that evolution has brought her.
Penetrated and burned for the blood of those who died before
She hopes their suffering will end, and she can cry no more.
What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze
We crave to claim and walk again on another mother in the sky
Who’s only child mishapen can barely stand to fly
Captured over to witness metal insects crawl her skin
The cycle of her sister will one day start again
But these ashes will drift forever on the cosmic ice
Considered the path but did not consider twice
What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze
