Starved deprived climbing towards the master Forcing each grasp at the rungs of the ladder Mouths opened wide tongues split in two Purposeless matter merge into a form that's true Tumbling like weeds down the face of the mountain Turned into blood of the fountain Grasp at the rungs of the ladder Repurposed to further a lie Command and condition living perdition Bleed for the well with another incision All Fall Down The Well Forming into filth Ceaseless divination Prisoners of guilt Seated at the throne Crimson pool of want Stirring with their bones