This Edge of Midnight

The open machine wounds unconscious diameters drained. The murder eclipsed by the moment of truth for a fragment of pain. Flamed ground in the middle is distanced and forged out of faith. The same sound that touched us before is now stained in it's grave. Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn. Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it's gone. Miracle madness retrieves all that over rides trust Fullscale fraternities modeled their debts on a blood lust. And your swansong unfoiled betrayal to send up in secret sight. Go to the grace All the penetrates this edge of midnight. Cut that last chord Deserters in dragnets The reign of reformers All stabbed out of dreams. You walk with the wane of the moon where cavalcade ended its' mean Night speaks! it's ankle deep destiny aimed at the moon Night speaks to cure out the infidels burning up runes. Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn. Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it's gone. Damage deranged in the recoil makes human face injuries The image of manhunt is clawed out of reach with new sanities Force-fed perfection breeds two times the hate for the beasts of the earth Freeze out your fantasies blamed for the sake of rebirth Cut that last chord A blackout circumference is aimed at an age without circumstance solved. Icons conceived of a deadlock decision to breath, Sun-damaged rooms levitate in an era of secrets involved Acrobat care-worms are stunted preparing to leave Then leave us now! While volumes are open and shut out of the heat. The heat of heart-murmur controls the distortion of wake Cascade in your limits confessions' arrival of hate Without light, the waking is gentle as thirst disappears Without light, your speaking evasion remembered in tears Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn. Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it's gone. Cut that last chord