I'm born upon the cusp of revelation. A consciousness awakened by the dawn. A primitive undying fascination. Moved the hand that carved into the stone. ♪ Faces change, thought returns to dust. Ashen countenance, holy rust. I am compendium. ♪ Trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors. Taught to worship self-destructing flaws. Running now, the ravens getting nearer. Fighting off the gnashing of the claws. ♪ This is the weight of heartbreak. This is the weight of life. A thunder at the temple. Silencing endless strife. ♪ Faces change, thought returns to dust. Ashen countenance, holy rust. I am compendium.