Mouth Of The Architect - Soil to Stone lyrics

Slit wrist life and limb to that which is unknown. Sunchild breathe light waiting to expire. Today a grave for a sadness evermore. Insect sun of lucid skin. Bury your spine when soil turns to stone. The ma**es comatose. Marching into the storm. Bereft of all - take my soul. Lay my weary head to rest.