Be-

fore

a-

ny-

thing

ex-

pel-

led

breath

u-

pon

the

earth

Bo-

anet

had

formed

See-

thing

bet-

ween

a-

ny

of

the

worlds

that

supported

Pum-

ping

vein

rid-

den

life-

forms

for

them

to

feed

on

Gold

blood

Bree-

ding,

a-

ny

life

will

light

a

bea-

con

Lea-

ching

through

the

womb

of

a-

ny

crea-

ture

Lat-

ching

onto

a-

ny-

thing

in

utero

and

trading

them

With

every

li-

ving

hu-

man

new-

born

Gro-

wing

in

each

ripe

host

unde-

tected

Gold

blood

courses

in-

side

the

pa-

ra-

si-

tic

mouth

They

will

take

us

now

One

could

not

es-

cape

the

bind

Of

that

which

cloud

bloom

and

feed

in-

sidе

The

bir-

thing

ca-

verns

of

their

own

kind

Thеy

grow,

we

die

You

would

think

that

what

they

were

And

what

they

wan-

ted

would've

mat-

tered

yet

The

ma-

ny

fell

un-

der

their

pli-

able

de-

li-

nea-

tor

See-

thing

bet-

ween

a-

ny

of

the

worlds

that

supported

Pum-

ping

vein

rid-

den

life-

forms

for

them

to

feed

on

Gold

blood

Bree-

ding,

a-

ny

life

will

light

a

bea-

con

Lea-

ching

through

the

womb

of

a-

ny

crea-

ture

Lat-

ching

onto

a-

ny-

thing

in

utero

and

trading

them

With

every

li-

ving

hu-

man

new-

born

Gro-

wing

in

each

ripe

host

unde-

tected

Gold

blood

courses

in-

side

the

pa-

ra-

si-

tic

mouth

No-

thing

e-

ver

writ-

ten

could

de-

fine

the

glo-

bal

hell

to

fol-

low

Pre-

na-

tal

in-

qui-

ry

du-

ring

its

tri-

mes-

ter,

sen-

ten-

cing

could

not

be-

gin

to

unc-

loak

The

new

life-

form

that

gnaw

on

the

hu-

mans

um-

bi-

li-

cal

feed

while

it

soaks

in

the

swell

of

the

host

A

pa-

ral-

lel

di-

men-

sio-

nal

me-

ta-

mor-

pho-

sis

im-

me-

dia-

te-

ly

trig-

gered

by

the

scent

of

our

realm

Clai-

ming

and

lea-

ding

our

young

in-

to

forced

a-

ban-

don

Bleed

the

fu-

ture

On

ar-

ri-

val,

there

is

a

shift

in

the

voice

of

the

wit-

ness

The

fu-

ture

is

bled

There

is

a

cloud

that

forms

o-

ver

the

eyes

of

the

bir-

ther

When

from

the

deep

the

crea-

ture

is

born

Wi-

thin

their

blood

they

cre-

ate,

they

will

al-

ter

the

end

of

the

end

For

in

their

mouth

the

fu-

ture

is

made

If

in

the

glare

of

their

gold

we

burn

our

eyes

Look

a-

gain,

look

a-

gain

For

in

their

blood

a

new

path

a-

waits

W-

ithin

their

blood

they

cre-

ate,

they

will

al-

ter

the

end

of

the

end

If

in

the

glare

of

their

gold

we

burn

our

eyes

Look

a-

gain,

look

a-

gain

They

will

take

us

now

One

could

not

es-

cape

the

bind

Of

that

which

cloud

bloom

and

feed

in-

sidе

The

bir-

thing

ca-

verns

of

their

own

kind

Thеy

grow,

we

die

You

would

think

that

what

they

were

And

what

they

wan-

ted

would've

mat-

tered

yet

The

ma-

ny

fell

un-

der

their

pli-

able

de-

li-

nea-

tor

See-

thing

bet-

ween

a-

ny

of

the

worlds

that

supported

Pum-

ping

vein

rid-

den

life-

forms

for

them

to

feed

on

Gold

blood

Bree-

ding,

a-

ny

life

will

light

a

bea-

con

Lea-

ching

through

the

womb

of

a-

ny

crea-

ture

Lat-

ching

onto

a-

ny-

thing

in

utero

and

trading

them

With

every

li-

ving

hu-

man

new-

born

Gro-

wing

in

each

ripe

host

un-

de-

tec-

ted

Gold

blood

A-

ni-

ma-

ted

in-

to

mat-

ter

Ta-

king

o-

ver

the

en-

tire

pla-

net

with

a

fo-

re-

ign

po-

wer

They

in-

he-

rent-

ly

de-

ve-

lo-

ped

o-

ver

ma-

ny

e-

ons

in

a

ba-

ttle

to

con-

sume

our

kind

The

fu-

ture

is

bled

The

fu-

ture

is

born

The

fu-

ture

is

gone