The darkness has it own mouth
Speaking from reversed thought
Toast so burnt that it's burning
As if on fire and
Nothing
Nothing
There is a pathway
A itch to go there
You have one try
Wash the blood
Wash it down
Soaked in earth
Where it came
To the place of hurt
For calm is nearing
Your patience frees
Wall of fire
Death dances for masks
Covering bent features
Whips in affliction
IN RABID REFLECTION
Collapse upon the wall
As they begin to tumble
Speaking from reversed thought
Toast so burnt that it's burning
As if on fire and
Nothing
Nothing
There is a pathway
A itch to go there
You have one try
Wash the blood
Wash it down
Soaked in earth
Where it came
To the place of hurt
For calm is nearing
Your patience frees
Wall of fire
Death dances for masks
Covering bent features
Whips in affliction
IN RABID REFLECTION
Collapse upon the wall
As they begin to tumble