Mouth Of The Architect — Soil To Stone lyrics

Lyrics

Slit wrist life and limb to that which is unknown.
Sunchild breathe light waiting to expire.
Today a grave for a sadness evermore.
Insect sun of lucid skin.
Bury your spine when soil turns to stone.
The masses comatose.
Marching into the storm.
Bereft of all — take my soul.
Lay my weary head to rest.