Pyre of Tusks

Each time I awaken nothing changes
You wouldn't know that there's a hellfire outside

Maintain, persist, endure
Must keep the cogs turning

Ignore the fatigue that clambers round my bowels
The droning can subside
The strong and silent type
Nothing of concern to me
A new lesion appears, I can still go on

Maintain, persist, endure
Still I keep the cogs turning

The conflagrant forest burns, I'm sure there's a thousand more
The old passages give in to rot, there were no lessons on there anyway
There were no lessons on there anyway

Each time I awaken nothing changes
Pay no need, go back to sleep
We've seen worse than this