Sacred Regression

Guided by the markings, in the dusk they glow
Punished by the cravings we abuse to feed our souls
Clutch the air for meaning, gas the light we loathe
Each minute passing by feels like dying to our ghosts.

Thwarted by the blessings, a shrine to our bones
Admonished by the kingdoms they're hiding in the smoke
Cursed their sight foreboding, paid to poison slow
Felled creature left rotting shed your husk and become whole.

Taunted by the warnings, stagehands to the show
Bewitched by the chanting from the jaws of the goat
Born again from nothing, parody of hope
To reclaim everything you must forgo all you know.