The Culler's Torment Part 2 - Spearheaded

[Verse 1]

Am I to soar, a wretched thing, impaled, unmoored?

Pinned, pinned, stone spear in my core, I’m torn, and gored.

Pain’s my pulse, endless, dull, gods, it’s bleak,

Miss my jaws, my righteous violence I seek?

Dreaming stars bleed, galaxies wine-sweet,

Hunger cuts deeper, a blade in my defeat.

[Chorus]

Iron song, sing in my skull, pull my fear, take my bones,
Scorned goddess, I rise, not dead, not dead!

No fear for me, I’ll break their weave,

My hate’s my throne, I’ll make them grieve.

[Verse 2]

I blink one eye, a shard spins near, a saw blade’s gleam,

Obelisk’s flesh, it dances, mirrors my hate’s dream.

It hums, then—gone, to vastness, stars in reverse I see,

Gut stirs, alive, obelisk speeds, something pulls me free.

Eyes wide as moons, a husk planet waits, cold,

Fear’s for mortals, not me—I’m scorn’s hold!

[Chorus]

Iron song, sing in my skull, pull my fear, take my bones,
Scorned goddess, I rise, not dead, not dead!

No fear for me, I’ll break their weave,

My hate’s my throne, I’ll make them grieve.

[Bridge]

Noxious clouds, life’s a hell—I laugh, I choke,

Obelisk pierces, splinters burn, shards provoke.

Serenity hums, a symphony in my pain,

I thrash, I cry, reborn in torment’s reign.

Shards sync to my will, I push, I soar,

Land on this husk, sweet noxious solid ground

[Final Chorus]

Iron song, sing in my bones, I command this husk,

Shards tear my flesh, my will’s own thrust.

No fear for me, I’ll break their weave,

My hate’s my throne, I’ll make them grieve.

[Outro]

I’m no prisoner now, the director, scorn’s own beat,

Ready, ready, to make gods bleed—bleed at my feet.