White Noise / Black Silence

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

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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)

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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