A hymn for the deathless,
a song for the stone,
a wavering whisper for life.
A piece of the puzzle that falls on deaf ears,
a balancing act on the knife.
Relentless the labyrinth,
a prison unmoored,
the riddle gifts light though it burns.
We sleep in rotation,
keep passion alive,
agony carried in turns.
A hymn for the lifeless,
a song for the swamp,
a wavering whisper for life.
A resignation to a culture of fear,
a headlong dive into strife.
Crumbled the maze,
bottled the struggle,
immolation turns soul into ash.
No rest for the wicked,
the bridge still burns,
agony\'s itch like a rash.
A hymn for the deathless,
a song for the stone,
a wavering whisper no more.
We choir of story,
slaves of the song,
seekers of pain in the lore.