Culprit from Culprit EP by Elk + Mammoth

The culprit’s control pit is cold as he steps foot inside it.
He’s panning for gold now, just like he was taught how,
Assured that we won’t know.
The tokens he’s holding gleam, glisten and glow,
But he knows that they’re worthless.

He spent all his faith on bad dreams.
What haunts him implores him to run from the cauldron
Or suffer the echoes.
The culprit’s control pit is cold as he puts it behind him.

“So long”, he says to his following as he boards his row boat.
Now he’s damn certain all that’s left behind are photos
Of his blank white face coloured in.

The culprit now holds mirror shards, all which seem to belie him.
A man once with goodly, unstaggered rapport
Now undone to his own bone.
He trembles alone with an ego so blown,
Tumbledown yet remorseless.

“So long,” he stammers and longs for air, forlorn on his row boat.
Now his mad eyes are duly set upon the unknown,
Which grows larger with bated breath.

“So long,” he said to his following as the shore kept the cold.
Now they’re damn certain all the best will come tomorrow,
As his blank white face settles in.

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