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 Shutting desires out Wishing that darkness was sound But as moths to the flame... we go 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 (?) White Noise / Black Silence 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 Wishing that darkness was sound Shutting desires out Wishing that darkness was sound But as moths to the flame... we go