I am a mausoleum
A museum of frozen statues
Veins of marble shoot through me
I am Atlas with no world to hold
The ghosts of an exploded myth
Chase me
I clasp their empty hands
And whisper: run!
I am the graveyard
The prison
The church
The king
The god of Gallifrey
A museum of frozen statues
Veins of marble shoot through me
I am Atlas with no world to hold
The ghosts of an exploded myth
Chase me
I clasp their empty hands
And whisper: run!
I am the graveyard
The prison
The church
The king
The god of Gallifrey