Restraint towards none, collectively barren
Leading the free world into a chasm
No burden of conscience, no frame of change
No guiding light, no room for shame
It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched
Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound
It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched
Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound
Vicious inertia bursting outward
Burning it all down to embers
Two points in space time violently colliding
Until all is caught in the heat
A monger for pain, a peddler of fear
It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched
Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound
It's turning on you, the feeling is wretched
Like pure aurora leaking from an open wound
Madness consuming, madness consuming
Madness consuming, madness consuming
