Beckoning (Parsecs Beyond)

Visions in my dreams
Pressure me again
Time stretches thin
They follow me

Beckoning me home
Wherever that is
High in this empty sky
Or down below my feet

Awake to cries
Rodent, a curse
Slither, the beast
Failure, the truth

Awake to cries
Rodent, a curse
Slither, the beast
Failure, the truth
Dying, dying, dying, dying
Dying

My skin is beginning to peel
In the closeness of the sun I am slipping away
I see here clutched in my hand
A relic of a world many parsecs beyond

With guilt I consider my course
Here's an infant and a blade right in front of me
And when I choose to slay the witch
It's a shame my sacrifice is only made in vain