My spine
Is a corridor
Each room filled
With so many horrors
I climb up to its peak
My wrists becoming weak
Hers is the voice of all my demons
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
My skull
Is a shapeless void
Inside
Every pathway leads to torment
I reach up toward the crown
The sweetest dream of drowning
My soul is splitting at the seams
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
No map to guide my way
My skull
Shapeless void
Inside
The crown
Dream of dying
My soul
My soul is split
Everson Poe - The Cartographer (feat. McKenzie Gerber) Lyrics
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My spine
Is a corridor
Each room filled
With so many horrors
I climb up to its peak
My wrists becoming weak
Hers is the voice of all my demons
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
My skull
Is a shapeless void
Inside
Every pathway leads to torment
I reach up toward the crown
The sweetest dream of drowning
My soul is splitting at the seams
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
No map to guide my way
My skull
Shapeless void
Inside
The crown
Dream of dying
My soul
My soul is split
Is a corridor
Each room filled
With so many horrors
I climb up to its peak
My wrists becoming weak
Hers is the voice of all my demons
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
My skull
Is a shapeless void
Inside
Every pathway leads to torment
I reach up toward the crown
The sweetest dream of drowning
My soul is splitting at the seams
My skin begins to dry and crack
Horrific vision finely honed
The antlers bursting from my back
As I am crowned with a halo of bone
No map to guide my way
My skull
Shapeless void
Inside
The crown
Dream of dying
My soul
My soul is split
Writer: Maxwell Shults
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