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We’re bound to stones

Cast at the birth of time

Millenia drifting

From host to host

This age grants me

No quarter

Weakened with each

Vicious rip

Wake up

Toke up

Drift away again

Desperation breeds

Determination

And open roads

Left best un-tread

Sanctuary sameness

Repetition, obsolescence

Vacancy, dimensionally

Focal point hypocrisy

What does it matter

Incessant chatter

Chorus

Wake up

Toke up

Drift

Away again

Can’t find my footing

My time is being looted

Listless and drifting

Horrified and crying

Entire fortunes and failures lived

And with each destination

And thoughts of infestation

Solar stowaway

That lives with us always

Wake up

Toke up

Drift

Away again

Iota draconis the rezurgence.

Dwell in imagined worlds

Draped in all the spoils

Contently wandering

One life, worth squandering

Packed so tightly

Ignition shines brightly

Melt all the slag away

Make it through one more day

This is how to insult the dead

Replaced with something that should never live

Repeated assaults on the soul, crimson

Salt and piss poured in wounds open

Burning reaches up

Soul coughing, mouth sewn shut

Raw stripping at this mind

Blind me, damn you, rip out my eyes

Could use some new direction

Forcing course corrections

Could the power equal our own

Karmic harmony in song

Dwell in an arcane past

But the ritual collapsed

Iota draconis

If we can’t sing

We won’t last long

Iota draconis

We won’t make it to the dawn

Iota draconis

Essence transferred to the weed

Iota draconis

No sustenance without fertile fields

And with no place to sew

Seeds of wisdom

They cannot grow

Iota draconis

If the fire burns out

Iota draconis

We will choke in the drought

Iota draconis

Fire to the residue

Iota draconis

But burned corpses will not do

Pausing to hear the moans

For the cause of

Being stoned...to death

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