My only son, nkeep your head down. nWhen you walk before those tragic mirrors. nYou won't see yourself, only your fears. nAs they come true, consuming you, nspilling all the gold inside your head, nanother year is harvested.nnPhobos, they dare not speak his name.nAnd the day they forget will be the day your mouth gets, nSewn up.nThere is no god before,nhis temple the night the stars his eyes.nHe sees you.nnHis green glass hearts gathering dust, nAll the lies they told you on a shelf in every tongue and dialect.nJust start at the shore, and let the waves chase you home, nas they fall and as they crest,nInto the black we'll all be swept.nnWe're all actors baby,nTonight the world is your stage.nWhy can't you hear them calling?nThey're calling out your name.nHail the goer, the goer, the goer goes.nBeyond the wall, beyond the wall.