Gyre

I am the sum of a terrible nothing
 Lurching and slouching onwards to Bethlehem
 Heaven has only room for so many
 Clearly there won't be a spot for me at all
 I am the sum of a terrible something
 Watch how the light shine through my see-through skin
 Send me an angel who flies from Montgomery
 Blind him and drown him and clip off his molten wings
 Wait in silence
 Life in vein
 Blind in judgement
 Let the wandering feel me now
 Burn the oceans, burn their homes
 In these times before I go
 Wasted lives of sleep and stone
 Watch the centre can not hold
 Swimming through the Gyre I am born
 Swimming through the Gyre I am...
 Hear me coming
 Howl in pain
 Seek the martyr
 Skin and soul is what I crave