A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut

Carved out of stone, earth, blood and bone 
  knock the mountains down 
  the earth's grating sounds 
  they soothe the great machines 
  that yearn desperately 
  just to lay them down within her gaping mouth 
  more than a symbol 
  more than I bargained for 
  they wander ridges high 
  between the earth and sky 
  like spikes upon a crown we wear upon our brow 
  and want is not a need reserved for human beings 
  it's fingers on your throat 
  is pain that all things know 
  An army of the golems is stalking, now, the heart's lands 
  eating all reality 
  producing only dust and sand 
  nothing hurts them 
  nothing gets under their stone skin 
  and when their earthen mouths will open up 
  just what words should come out?  but 
  “we wish we were dead”