Moloch

You know how stone just sits there
and crumbles
How it just sits there
and waits
Cracked and weathered, veins open and dry
The flesh of a mountain

You know how a mountain never seems to grow

it just sits there
and crumbles
and waits

You know how to extract what little soul is left in its bones? in its weary passes? on its rubbly slopes?

you sit there
and watch it crumble
and wait

Because time built this great edifice and time will tear it down.

And all you seem to have, is time.

Funbags

I feel so sorry for the mountain, it makes me feel like crying everytime.

You brought the mountain to life Moloch.

Moloch

No, no. I sentenced it to death.