Carry me through thick and secret walls
Wedge me into stone
Throw me through the marshes
Hide me in the dreams of the blind
Drag you screaming through my ignorant bliss
Fly you under each lake
Pedestal you in caves and dungeons
(And) engulf us in bone
These are the blue collared masonists
Yearning for transparent reign
Constructor of nein worlds
Built by force of bitter refusal
He had something to show you
(A) dramatic ancient slab in the mountains
A fragment of your life, it follows
Clings on towards that dying day
Deathbed
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