Phobos - Emanuel

My only son

Keep your head down

When you walk before those tragic mirrors

You won’t see yourself, only your fears

As they come true, consuming you

Spilling all the gold inside your head

Another year is harvested

Phobos, they dare not speak his name

And the day they forget will be the day your mouth gets

Sewn up

There is no god before

His temple the night the stars his eyes

He sees you

His green glass hearts gathering dust

All the lies they told you on a shelf in every tongue and dialect

Just start at the shore, and let the waves chase you home

As they fall and as they crest

Into the black we’ll all be swept

We’re all actors baby

Tonight the world is your stage

Why can’t you hear them calling?

They’re calling out your name

Hail the goer, the goer, the goer goes

Beyond the wall, beyond the wall