Maqet
Stoke a burning banner to mutate
Stoke a burning banner to mutate
I don’t have the place to get along
I don’t have a place to fit my growth
Nuit arches over me in wait
I could have her baited in one day
Let the bodies ache on their own time
Grow, my bedroom snake
And grow so high
Stoke a burning banner to mutate
Stoke a burning banner to mutate
Stoke a burning banner to mutate
Stoke a burning banner to mutate