Pyramid Electric Co. - Jason Molina

When the great pyramids

Dragged themselves out to this spot

A sickness sank into the little one’s heart

Mama said son

That’s just the cold

That’s just the emptiness

It’s being alone

In the dark

You’ll get used to it

You’ll have friends who won’t come home

You’ll see their bones

Not separate yet from death

But you’ll get used to it

You’ll get used to it

We all get used to it

See the bloody arrow above us

See the blood that underlines it

Dark repetition