We lot, we branded lovers
We cruel capricious gods
We set our souls on fire
We kill our darling ones
Plead with pages to speak
Express the churning of this deep
Love affair with pen and paper
Come read our children
Drawing blood from the stone
Carving time in a sundial
Blank sheets cover the rock that
Breaks the blade and builds the block
Exercise our demons from us
Resurrect the muse again
And pray the brick walls we've made
Will transform into doorways
Recommission all the mortar
Into stairs out of hell
Drawing blood from the stone
Carving time in a sundial