Myths for the Miserable

There was a curse invented by a weeping God
An illusionist; destroyer of the basic maths
Myths for the miserable, myths for the miserable
A life in ache, this is your final lamentation
Surreal reality, anatomical deceptions
The inconceivable, just before your freezing death
Myths for the miserable, myths for the miserable
As you tunnel through the glowing grit
Tectonic plates smash beneath your knees
An unilluminated path
Enter the palace of your memories
Impossible, formidable beast
Swordbreaker
Odorless, unforgivable peace
Womb sounds
Absorbed into rivers of sleep
There is no wane to your misery
No! Nothing is nothing!
The planets taunt you with their crippling whispers
Come forth, down we lie
Come forth, down we lie
Come forth, down we lie
Come forth, down we lie
Down