The days are catching up to me
My unconscious fear unbound
Is it time to tailor-fit the notion

That come Sunday I'm in the ground

The obelisk fumes have occupied

Emphatically are strong
A smelter pile made by the debt-collector
Where the children should be seen, not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away


Can you hear him saber-rattling
With bones I've left behind?

Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants
Am I your son or just a clone?


Dasehra you were sworn to be
The window to my night
My subterfuge, just branches to the mandrake

Where the children should be seen, not heard
Even if there is no way back home


I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

I'm not running away

Under the aegis of cognition

I am dead
I will escape


Engrammic marks of ligature
I am dead
I will escape


Under the aegis of cognition
I am dead

I will escape

Engrammic marks of ligature

Am I dead
Will I escape


I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

I'm not running away