Time in argument will end Flames of preparation Fingers felt the whipping Hand that feeds the flame
Escalate the drought Itching to join the flame
Wishing darkness was sound Shutting desires out Wishing darkness was sound But as moths to the flame... we go!
You the ignorant Takes sides in these three dimensions Nullify importance Confined within the page
Scan for rapture again Look for an instant save
Wishing darkness was sound Shutting desires out Wishing darkness was sound But as moths to the flame... we go!
Mere moments pass and still it seems Detached from insight, though and word Ever since it lost its edge Lost in the noise forever be In the blur of information The nail that never sticks The nail that never sticks!
Venting a foul stench Purging the fevered self Behind a traitor's name
Face the consequence Taken back in the eyes of fairness A nobody forever Hidden and locked away
Working the boards again Giving the wrath away
Wishing darkness was sound Shutting desires out Wishing darkness was sound But as moths to the flame... we go!