As I open my eyes

As I open my walls

As I open my self I feel you pouring in

As I swallow your lives

As I swallow your hearts

As I swallow your filth

I feel you coming in

I lay awake eternal, infanticidal, cold

I'm growing, changing, dying this body hours old

These slabs that make my substance

These windows guide my view

For every rotting stone I lose there are a hundred new

As you come in to me

As you bring to my need

As you fill up my whole

I feel your violence throb

My mass is thick and sprawling

I lick the higher clouds

I root to penetrate the earth infinite dark and loud

I store the seeds of killing

I echo vaults of pain

A witness to a million souls

All action, deed, and blame

As you drive to my wounds

As you dampen my womb

As you sleep in my tombs

I feel your darkness dripping out

If these walls could talk they'd bite right through the ears that listen in

If the streets could bleed the buckets spilled across the century

If these iron ribs could grind their concrete shell into the words

Of sin and love and hate and fear

I've heard their tiny souls would freeze

As I open my eyes, as I open my walls

As I open my self I feel you pouring in

I kill the land and suck it dry

I am an entity of man

Built to serve, observe, and cry for all I am, and never die

Hollow faults and hardened limbs

Tongues of iron sucking in

Home to every tear and fortress and reflection of all will

I house the death and fucking, I cradle rape and care

I'm part religion, brothel, factory of disrepair

I'm everything to some and dream crusher to others still

An object of desire to risking souls with holes to fill