From the album Martyr
Hollow be thy name. Thy wretched son. Silent patient gun.
Gathering of souls. Scattered in the wind. No song unsung.
Celebrate. The journey is ongoing. Mystery of unseen.
After time I realize the issues might have just been mine.
Catalyst of the maker. Pouring out all the insides.
Sanity in the shallow water. Crossing all of the minds lines.
The journey is ongoing. Mystery of unseen.
Everything exposed. It all bleeds.
Shallow be your grave. Your life here done vacant and unsung.
Burned into the wind. The waking of results. The force that fills my lungs.