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