The days are catching up to me

My unconscious fear unbound

Is it time to tailor fit the notion

That come Sunday I'm in the ground

The obelisk fumes have occupied

Emphatically austere

A smelter pile made by the debt collector

Where the children should be seen not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away x4

Can you hear him saber rattling

With bones I've left behind

Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants

Am I your son or just a clone

Dasehra you were sworn to be

A window to my night

My subterfuge just branches to the mandrake

Where the children should be seen not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away x4

Under the aegis of cognition

I am dead I will escape

Engrammic marks of ligature

I am dead I will escape

Under the aegis of cognition

I am dead I will escape

Engrammic marks of ligature

Am I dead will I escape

I'm not running away x8