Stellar Dust

We map the dirt

with rusted lines

To cage the clay

beneath our feet (ahhhh)

Trading the stellar dust for clay

How many halos burn today? (why?)

We tear the sky to feed the ground

Whose crown is lost,

whose god is found?

And the cold stars watch us drown

Two clay kings draw

their wooden swords While starlight waits

behind the clouds

(burn it down!)

And the cold stars watch us drown (watch us drown...)