Chapel of Salt

Lathe of the stars, where they dine

On the bones of men they admired, co-conspired

For all that they have planned

Obsolescence, greatest lessons

You can't afford to miss

Don't go quietly in the night sea

You're too good for this

And we're sold for our salt

Get your hands from my throat

Sign off the rights to your biggest fight

That you can't commit to the long view as it drains through

Lacquers wearing thin

Convalescence needed presence

You can achieve it yet

Don't go quietly, 'cause you might be

The catalyst reset

And we're sold for our salt

Get your hands from my throat

And we're made from pre-owned

Rip the wires, crash the core