Claymore from Basecamp (2020) by The Clinch

Amused with hopes and fears, a dream
You come into this world of clay
And all the senses in between
You see and feel the night and day

Only dream in which we live
Only me I see your face
Don't you know that we're all
From the same, beneath the clay

Saturn’s gaze on such a clear night
Sets current running over stone
Carving worlds from hollow bones
An estate now left to hone

But getting born is the hardest part
Holding on proves slow result
Just desserts are not the sale price
The watcher knows its own revolt

Lonely dream in which we live
Hollow stream in which we lay
Don't you know that we are all
From the same, beneath the clay

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