A match, upon ashes, tarnished is the ghost
(A voice calls out) to break a flurry of the sparks
(My census I know) to reminiscence on the broken film
of a childhood motion picture

In spite I run
To keep the cries of them inside
(I'm waiting) for the shattered reve

Come to me black pond entrance
And you can keep my soul to dance
Can you contain the dark within
'Cause my black pond will reap your sin

Your tepid thoughts
Will make more rot

(When you pull away from it, it pulls out your heart)
Run away from its waves

The metropolis stretches its hands
out to the captain
Open, and willingly suicidal,
still leaving a gape... big enough
for him to die in
In view for all to see

The city immersed in self-pity; to justify the contradiction

They wait for a sign, as the frost i

Names called out
Lost in the wilderness
A blur of faces
Conform to coma
Mindless obediance
I reached for the killswitch

Blind Fear leads the day
A machine's personal whore
Progress in stalemate
Mindless at the core
Self-eradication
From al

When the Final Hour has come
Will the past commence to the judgement
The last moment of existence
only time can tell when you're rotting in hell!

A dusk has dawned where the world will be inflames
and all thats left will be the ashes of the past
the bodies strew t