Lyrics Phobos - Emanuel

Phobos

My only son
Keep your head down
When you walk before those tragic mirrors
You won’t see yourself, only your fears
As they come true, consuming you
Spilling all the gold inside your head
Another year is harvested
Phobos, they dare not speak his name
And the day they forget will be the day your mouth gets
Sewn up
There is no god before
His temple the night the stars his eyes
He sees you
His green glass hearts gathering dust
All the lies they told you on a shelf in every tongue and dialect
Just start at the shore, and let the waves chase you home
As they fall and as they crest
Into the black we’ll all be swept
We’re all actors baby
Tonight the world is your stage
Why can’t you hear them calling?
They’re calling out your name
Hail the goer, the goer, the goer goes
Beyond the wall, beyond the wall