to morph

new form

to morph

to a

new form

for a

body left hollow

have faith

o little one

when times draw close

i hear the voice

calling me out

at twilights dawn

mother, i\'ve fallen once again

to where the sirens call from, then

it lured me to the place they dwell from when they wish to feast on me

my mind left fractured from their grace

facade as they masked with my taste

i fear the light of day may never bloom upon my dull face

i hear them call to me now

while i still seek a way out

from an ocean too deep my efforts have just left me to drown

\"though fruitless, have faith

child seek escape

though fruitless, have faith

the angel\'s dismay\"

to morph

to a

new form

for a

body left hollow

the divine\'s command be the task i complete

though my body is hollow your order matters to me

pray the sirens never again seek me

for i morph behind the veil of reality