he said he's just a man
with teeth tearing God's back
he's running on putrid plaque
fate can't control
a foriegn face
in any unknown
place

Take these strains
Meld them into the new organism
Birth a violent howl across the skies

Anything more alien
Would be an ally
Something holding alone
Against the dead sky

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Examine the patterns
Graph them over countless lifetimes
Find the answer to gods and men

Anything more alien
Could fracture the skies
Nothing folding into bone
Making ribs into why

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Theres a spark in your lungs turning your words to fire, your dragon's breath in my veins. Ice remains, hardened against the heat, but nothing stops these aches and pains. Retroactive pollination, interactive sublimation, you're going to see me dry.

How long?
Howl,
Howl on.

Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.

I'm sick of missing you.
It's been over a month.
But I still long for you.
It's killing me inside.
I know I can't have you back.
I don't want you back.
I'm sick of dreaming.
Because every time I dream...
I dream of you.
I don't want to close my eyes anymore.
You're always there, with me or another.
I know these dreams can't come true.
I don't want them to.
I'm sick of the memories.
It's not that they're bad memories.
It's not that at all.
But they are of you.
And I don't want them anymore.