Tailor of souls
Stitching dams with cotton proverbs
Vend your empty morals
Wicked guides cannot mend broken hearts
Vulturous merchant
Peddling lofty proverbs
Tell us who to be
Never what we are
Voidsayer
You know we are
Starving for some inspiration
So you feed us
Illusions of righteousness
Voidsayer, with your breath and tongue
You swallow the stars to sate the abyss that you worship
That you worship
