If only I could
Clear my eyes
Then I might breathe once more
Then I might breathe again

Old sun and stars,
And oceans below me
Gathered scribes over
Jaggad shards, under foot

Old sun and stars,
And oceans below me
Gathered scribes over
Jaggad shards, under foot

To slash to the sound
How many sit on woe or peril?
How many walk on their own?

Into the [bad word] Let myself burn
Now it's written
1000 shards