Archspire - The Mimic Well lyrics

Before the sand around the well turned black There ran a water, clear, forgiving, serene Like that of any vein or artery It pressed along its path Up earth, in wait of wither What should have k**ed the growth at birth did not In the rush of wither soon To mimic those who dare engage it A human host removes the brood Without maternal merit for her three stillborn litter Swelling and pounding its way out her orifice The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn The river’s thin surface Like porous blue fabric Absorbed the occurrence The fetuses carried below In the mimic well of siren triplets A crude onyx hatches In this tale of a godless odyssey The foreign force reflects the three dead born Within its waters The mimic well of siren triplets Feeds the spent young That regrow inside it Filling, fueling, nursing itself Down the throats of the clones Like a formula, living and black A maternal overseer Training them to take the image of anyone Three augmenting in their pit A triad of ominous gestating replicates Born together, yet apart The fluid embedding itself in each one of them Allocating powers to each uniquely Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow Teething on the brick in the well Until growing human bodies Silken, ripe, and captivating When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive The widow knew it came back not a man In the mimic well of siren triplets A crude onyx hatches In this tale of a godless odyssey The foreign force reflects the three dead born Within its waters The mimic well of siren triplets Feeds the spent young That regrow inside it Filling, fueling, nursing itself Down the throats of the clones Like a formula, living and black Silk black tar Spits from their three young tempting apertures Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge On the victim’s appearance Eclipsing the prey’s bleeding reflection Black engaging red On the furtive stage at the river’s edge Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M They capture this display of the water born’s Insatiable shifting hunger Then project this feeding process infinitely From that moment On to all those who show a willingness to view it During their gaze in the drip The siren’s feast In its pure an ancient state Carries on in timeless kairos The d**h and rebirth of the daughters of mutation Echo again and again in the mimic well The siren’s feast Echo again and again in the mimic well Echo again and again in the mimic well