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

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