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 darkness was sound Shutting desires out 
Wishing 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 raoture 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, 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 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 nobody forever Hidden and locked away Working the boards again Giving the wrath away