Текст песни The Mimic Well - Archspire
Before
the
sand
around
the
well
turned
black,
There
ran
a
water,
clear.
Forgiving.
Serene.
Like
that
of
any
vein
or
artery,
it
pressed
along
its
path,
Up
Earth,
in
wait
of
wither.
What
should
have
killed
the
growth
at
birth
did
not.
In
the
rushing
river
soon
To
mimic
those
who
dare
engage
it.
A
human
host
removes
the
brood
Without
material
merit
for
her
three
stillborn
litter.
Swelling
and
pounding
it's
way
out
her
orifice,
The
surrogate
vacantly
stabs
at
her
skin
pod
of
spawn.
The
rivers
thin
surface,
like
porous
blue
fabric,
Absorbed
the
occurrence.
The
fetuses
carried
below.
In
the
mimic
well
of
siren
triplets,
A
crude
onyx
hatches.
In
this
tale
of
a
godless
odyssey.
The
foreign
force
reflects
the
three
dead
born
Within
its
waters.
The
mimic
well
of
siren
triplets
Feeds
the
spent
young
That
regrow
inside
it.
Filling,
fueling.
Nursing
itself
Down
the
throats
of
the
clones
Like
a
formula,
living
and
black.
A
maternal
overseer
Training
them
to
take
the
image
of
anyone.
Three
augmenting
in
their
pit.
A
triad
of
ominous
gestating
replicates.
Born
together,
yet
apart.
The
fluid
embedding
itself
in
each
one
of
them.
Allocating
powers
to
each
uniquely.
Making
one
of
skin,
one
of
mind,
and
one
of
marrow.
Teething
on
the
brick
in
the
well,
Until
growing
human
bodies,
Silken,
ripe
and
captivating.
In
the
mimic
well
of
siren
triplets,
A
crude
onyx
hatches.
In
this
tale
of
a
godless
odyssey.
The
foreign
force
reflects
the
three
dead
born
Within
its
waters.
The
mimic
well
of
siren
triplets
Feeds
the
spent
young
That
regrow
inside
it.
Filling,
fueling.
Nursing
itself
Down
the
throats
of
the
clones
Like
a
formula,
living
and
black.
When
a
hunter
(thought
to
be
dead)
returned
alive,
The
widow
knew
it
came
back
not
a
man.
Slick
black
tar
spits
from
Their
three
young
tempting
apertures.
Leaping
from
their
lustful
flesh
to
gorge
On
the
victim's
appearance.
Eclipsing
the
prey's
bleeding
reflection.
Black
engaging
red,
On
the
furtive
stage
at
the
river's
edge.
Forever
burned
in
the
eye
of
A.U.M
They
capture
this
display
of
the
water
born's
Insatiable
shifting
hunger.
Then
project
this
feeding
process
infinitely,
From
that
moment,
On
to
all
those
who
show
a
willingness
to
view
it,
During
their
gaze
into
the
drip.
The
siren's
feast,
In
its
pure
and
ancient
state,
Carries
on
in
timeless
Kairos.
The
death
and
rebirth
of
the
daughters
of
mutation,
Echo
again
and
again
in
the
mimic
well.
The
siren's
feast,
Echo
again
and
again
in
the
mimic
well.
Echo
again
and
again
in
the
mimic
well.
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