Aegis

                                  The days are catching up to me

My unconscious fear unbound

Is it time to tailor fit the notion

That come Sunday I'm in the ground?



The obelisk fumes have occupied

Emphatically austere

A smelter pile made by the debt collector

Where the children should be seen, not heard



Even if there is no way back home



I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away



Can you hear him saber rattling

With bones I've left behind?

Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants

Am I your son or just a clone?



Dasehra, you were sworn to be

A window to my night

My subterfuge, just branches to the mandrake

Where the children should be seen, not heard



Even if there is no way back home



I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away



Under the aegis of cognition

I am dead, I will escape



Engrammic marks of ligature

I am dead, I will escape



Under the aegis of cognition

I am dead, I will escape



Engrammic marks of ligature

Am I dead, will I escape?



I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away

I'm not running away