Close your eyes, child, the stone is cold, A story twisted, teeth and gold. Don't look at the eyes inside the palms, The woods are breathing rhythmic psalms. Tick-tock the clock resets the labyrinthine trap, I’m mapping out the trauma in a synapse snap, Underneath the roots where the pale king feeds, I’m planting all the iron in the garden of the weeds, Fairy dust is lethal when it settles in your lung, Don’t swallow the fruit that the darkness has hung, I’m sprinting through the echoes of a war-torn dream, Tearing through the fabric at the center of the seam! Oh, the moon turns black in the hall of the dead, Spelling out the secrets that go unsaid, The labyrinth winds like a snake in the clay, Chasing the sunlight that rotted away, Sleep now in embers, the portal is wide, There is nowhere left for a monster to hide. It wasn't a choice, it was a hunger, Pulling the shadows, making me younger, Back to the start where the chalk lines bleed, Satisfy every dark, ancestral greed. Watch the faun bow, watch the mortar crack, No looking forward and no looking back, I’m the sacrifice dancing on the edge of a blade, Calculating prices for the life that I prayed, Faster than the bullets in the mud and the grime, I am the fracture in the spine of the time, Locked in the labyrinth, finding the key, Gods don't want you, they only want me! The pale king is waiting, the chalk line is thin, The game is finished, let the dark rush in. Just close your eyes. Just close your eyes.