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