The Spiral Scar

Fists in the light, blind to the cage
Scream of the birth, unwritten page
Blood on the wire, learning to stand
Pounding the earth with innocent hands
Crush of the years, skin stretched on bone
Chisel the man from the child of stone
Echo of laughter, ghost of the toy
Buried alive in the noise and the joy

Clockwork ticks in the hollow chest
Pushing the weight, failing the test
Claw at the mirror, spit out the past
Nothing we build is built to last

BORN! INTO THE FIRE!
STILL! BURNING THE WIRE!
LIVE! BREAKING THE MIRROR!
DIE! NOTHING IS CLEARER!

Mirrors crack, showing the grey
Flesh is a prison, rotting away
Wisdom is poison, memory is rust
Counting the minutes, turning to dust
Hands that once conquered, trembling now
Bowing the head, forgetting the vow
Shadows grow long, swallowing pride
Waiting the turn of the endless tide

Clockwork ticks in the hollow chest
Pushing the weight, failing the test
Claw at the mirror, spit out the past
Nothing we build is built to last

BORN! INTO THE FIRE!
STILL! BURNING THE WIRE!
LIVE! BREAKING THE MIRROR!
DIE! NOTHING IS CLEARER!

Round and round, the serpent eats its tail
Flesh to dust, and dust to wail
Round and round, I’ve seen this all before
Break the lock, but not the door...

BORN TO BREATHE!
LIVE TO BLEED!
GROW TO FALL!
ANSWER THE CALL!

Birth...
Life...
Age...
...ASHES.