Into Yamatai

I STEP OFF THE MAP AND THE SKY STARTS CHEWING

RUSTED WIND HOWLING THROUGH BONE AND PRAYER

THE SEA GRABS MY ANKLES AND DRAGS ME UNDER HISTORY

ANCHORS MADE OF SKULLS

I TASTE IRON AND SALT AND OLD LIES

YAMATAI IS A THROAT THAT NEVER CLOSES

EVERY PATH LEADS INTO TEETH

THE JUNGLE WATCHES ME BLEED AND DOES NOTHING

IDOLS SWEAT IN THE RAIN

GODS MADE OF DRIFTWOOD AND MURDER

MEN IN RAGS SING TO FIRE

THEIR FAITH IS A KNIFE WITH A SMILE

THEY WANT MY BREATH

THEY WANT MY NAME

THEY WANT ME BROKEN AND BOWING

I GIVE THEM SCREAMS AND EMPTY HANDS

ARROWS HUM LIKE INSECTS

THE STORM ANSWERS WITH LAUGHTER

I CRAWL THROUGH SHIPWRECKED CENTURIES

HULLS SPLIT OPEN LIKE RIBS

CORPSES STILL PRAYING TO STAY DEAD

I AM NOT THE HERO YOU CARVED INTO STONE

I AM THE ANIMAL THAT LEARNED TO AIM

FINGERS RAW

TEETH GRIT

HEART HAMMERING AGAINST A CAGE IT BUILT

QUEENS ENTOMBED IN ASH STILL COMMAND THE WIND

IMMORTALITY IS JUST ROT THAT REFUSES TO APOLOGIZE

THE SUN NEVER WINS HERE

THE SKY IS A FUNERAL DRUM

EVERY STEP IS A BET AGAINST OBLIVION

I TEAR THROUGH ALTARS

SNAP BOWSTRINGS WITH MY THROAT

PRAYERS DIE LOUD WHEN YOU FORCE THEM

THE ISLAND FEEDS ON FEAR

I FEED IT BACK ITS OWN FUCKING TEETH

BLOOD IS A LANGUAGE EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS

I SPEAK IT FLUENT AND SPITEFUL

SURVIVAL ISN’T CLEAN

IT’S A FISTFUL OF MUD AND PROMISES BROKEN IN HALF

THE STORM CROWNS ME WITH SHARDS

THE DEAD CLAP FROM THE TREES

I WALK OUT OF THE MYTH DRIPPING AND ALIVE

NOT SAVED

NOT FORGIVEN

JUST STILL STANDING IN THE RUINS OF THEIR GODS