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(lyrics- Tom Burnett, music- Black Solitude)

The constant continuing vortex

Evangelist to your minds dimming lantern

Ethereal residue creativity commands

To clot the blood in free-flowing scars

The dim surface of light beneath broken fingers

Weighing up the delicacy of your next accusation

As the empty sands of time glide effortlessly throughout

And from shapeless mists of nothingness your enemies march on

The lies ascend from where no tongue lies

The suffocation lurches from where no lungs breathe

Eyes that see where all else is blind

The darkest emissary within your own mirror

The venom of in-exonerated fear seeps and becomes your river

Sweep away and evolve into a decayed world of your design

Re-portrayal of a mirage of essence

Lost forever in the grim desert of the soul

Your eyes do not understand

That which reforms behind them

Seek clarification of what you thought was true

Re-acceptance of the facts you created

A misinterpretation and its glorification

Into your world

Step away from your jugged tower of illusion

And watch the rain cease as you heard it falling

Sunlight pierces your heart like a thousand daggers of angels

And realisation is born upon you this day