This One-Eyed Man Is King

Calling spirits of the trees...

it's pushing 98 degrees...

The mountain's ash, the river is steam.

I'm walking through a desert that's

stretched halfway acrooss the globe.

I'm mounting bodies, bouncing bones.

I'm coughing candy, sucking bones.

I'm kicking cans.

I'm bleeding sand.

If I'm the final man to raise a glove and fight your master pman then I just throw my hand in.

Calling!

Falling!

I don't need a bandage around my eyes.

You cannot...

you shall not steal these eyes...