Marathon Man - The Great Deceiver

Angels, insects

Intricate patterns

To explain away the chaos

You call on me

Your inner wasteland

You call on me

I’m the marathon man

Corrosive — as all imitation resigns

Erosive — bible-black by design

Like a monolith

Stands the marathon man

An icon of decadence

Like a monolith

I’m the marathon man

Your inner wasteland

Weightless, fevered

Through rigid structures

We delete all imperfection

You call on me

Your inner wasteland

You call on me

I’m the marathon man

Like a monolith

Stands the marathon man

An icon of decadence

Like a monolith

I’m the marathon man

Your inner wasteland