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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
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