Authors - The Augur's Clock Lyrics

I'm running out of places to hide
I hear the whispers of the spirits in the back of my mind
I've gone a year without sleep
I don't want to wake up just to find them hovering over me

Blood on my fingers and wrists, and I've just sewn up my lips - binding me to these cold silences
And how much of me is left? Are they controlling my steps - guiding me to the place I will rest?

Black root and black vein, pulsing my life away

Seven ply the void, twilight holds dusk, eternity
Invoke the ancients' voice, slake every thirst, eternally

Crack and pry, ink leaks from my eyes

They're probing at my failing mind
I see the leaves crumble, wither, rot - allude to demise
Starving for my nourishing body, they hover above; circling, waiting to consume me

Carrion spirits, they're picking my mind clean
They're always hungry and they feed on my memories
And I'm carrying curses, and all the weight of my longing
They ease the burdens that are constantly crushing me

This hearth of sorrow has become my refuge, ancients paint beautiful illustrations of recluse
I'm longing for a drink, from the cup of greed
Bones are piled in a totem right in front of me

Exegesis, of everything I've held within
My nemesis; I feel them crawling in my skin

Crack and pry, the ink spills from my eyes

Give in to midnight, come lose your way
Your mind will be hollowed out, your skull thrown away
Surrender your will to us and we'll make you free
We know what just you crave, we'll give you the key

The Augur's Clock ticks with each reverberation of wings
Seven shadows, within, without, covering, descending into me

This is what I wanted all this time
They siphon out the images that were burned in and plaguing my mind
The ones that I project into the sky
My holy liberation; my self-righteous degradation

I can't escape the faces that taunt and torture me
Bubbling up and forming open wounds like mouths; in a slack jawed grin
Speaking tongues, my tongue can't even form a sentence
I'm slipping and stumbling deeper as they sacrifice my consciousness

Give in
Come lose your way
Surrender your will

Black crows peck at my innards; I've given in, I'm not perceiving reality
Face down, deep in the marsh, I'm left vacant and absent of memories
Terrified of my reflection, I gouge out both my eyes
Even my own phantom has rejected me this time