Norphlet - Heirlooming Lyrics

I awake in the night again
To find them hanging down
Like vines from the ceiling
Tangled strands of almost invisible string
Coiled round my neck as reigns
Held by some great, invisible king

You're a god here
In the land of the living but-when
Where I play the worm
On a stage, a cathedral of dirt
Where I reign in the salt of the earth
Brought out by the dew and the shade
Just to feed the birds

I have mulled it over and over
Life it is but a vulture
Sometimes it leaves you scraps of meat
Most times it is but the bones

You're a god here
In the land of the living what-if
In the red cities
Fortresses forged by regret
And the rest, yeah the rest, well the rest should remain as it was
As it were, and the world
The world just spins like a top