Letras
Oh
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, shuttling 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 (oh)
White noise (white noise), black silence (black silence), oh
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, (away)
Wishing that darkness was sound, shutting desires out
Wishing that darkness was sound, but as moths to the flame, we go