Time in arguments will end

Flames of preparation

Fingers felt the whipping

Hand that feeds the flame



Escalate the drought

Itching to join the fray



Wishing that darkness was sound

shutting desires out

Wishing that darkness was sound

but as moths to the flame... we go



You, the ignorant

take sides in these three dimensions

Nullify importance

confined within the page



Scan for rapture again,

look for an instant save



Wishing that darkness was sound

shutting desires out

Wishing that darkness was sound

but as moths to the flame... we go





Mere moments pass and still it seems

detached from insight, thought 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



White Noise is the sound... the clarity (?)



White Noise / Black Silence



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 that darkness was sound

shutting desires out

Wishing that darkness was sound

but as moths to the flame... we go