bring me my cracked skull i washed you out i bled you dry another eye the deepest cut with nothing left i keep love truth is a rising tide this river runs dry the mill grinds us down with stones around our necks my dissectors read the ever angled cloth a bringer empty an empty bringer i will not question you in my mind the wall is open and man is blind the fire is the end lesson all returners bind me i woke to the pain of all returners while i descend those fall in and breathe walked in spirit