At The Well by Neurosis
This is no soil to forgive,
The blaze of a helios sky.
Rage will blossom into iron;
Blind as a worm in the earth.
Our pain will rise,
And breath a new dawn.
When the illusion clears,
All we are is blood.
We gnaw and pull at the root;
A starved beast with the mind of a fool.
Skin stretched over bone cannot hide,
The way we are bleeding inside.
Beyond vision bears the drum.
Blood makes no excuse.
The one eyed all become kings,
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