Time in argument will end
Flames of preparation
Fingers felt the whipping
Hand that feeds the flame

Escalate the drought
Itching to join the fray

Wishing the darkness was sound
Shutting desires out
Wishing the 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 the darkness was sound
Shutting desires out
Wishing the 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

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]
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 the darkness was sound
Shutting desires out
Wishing the darkness was sound
But as moths to the flame we go