Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension

To cut out the middle mind and dine, dine hard

To dine on the nectar hard

To dine on royal oil of arm

And resign the simple engine of your fears to time

And resign your slight regime to time

A you immune

To the gross and grow cold of what you know prose

What your know won't sow

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension (When last we left Hour Hero Yes, left one part endless, two parts death)

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension (When last we left Hour Hero Yes, left one part endless, two parts death)

It's tall fright and all light

To a soft right angle of good man

It's tall fright and all light (Away, away, away)

To a soft right to go off black (Away, away, away)

And from one keep to another

You left with what you there's left

Honest, in a skin-thin armor

And the wild of guess

Blood swapped with seems breath-breath (Not ghost not dead not)

To separate yourself from your effects

And to evacuate one's sturdy flesh

Would you skin your skull to draw its strength?

Oh no, you're way too goner for that

Would you swallow a lie to disinfect your angst?

Oh no, you're way too goner for that

Would you razorblade redecorate your arm?

Oh no, you're way too goner for that

Would you freeze a lake shut just to steal you calm?

Oh no, you're way too far gone

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension (When last we left Hour Hero Yes, left one part endless, two parts death)

Exiting arm

The pit and alabaster ascension (When last we left Hour Hero Yes, left one part endless, two parts death)