The Cull - Intronaut

Here lies a man

Who fell victim to pride

Culler of staves

Stylites in the sky

Cracks in the old

Stone oubliette

Betray the false

Hope of light

And we’ll never get it right

Darkness, let us

Dwell

We started with a bang

We’ll end with a sigh

We are all to blame

Empty is my way

We started with a bang

We’ll end with a sigh

We are all to blame

Empty is my way