Lirieke: Syncope Threshold (The). End Of The Beginning. Manipulate The Strains.

An essence, a matter, keep quiet we scatter!

Intoxicating sents render us "blown" we begin to fall. Blood eyes stare back dripping, pressure trips proceed to call out named unkown...
"DEFEND OUR HOME!"
at last commence the game, we're trained to detain all temptation!

I can't help myself from going blind, oeften I am forgetful, aren't we all?
Dark times when denied or short supplied.
I feel my body slipping
UNDER!

Now it's time that we all start to play with fire from the heart, as the flames maipulate the strains!
Euphoric dementions of life remain the same, slowly fading away.
(vivid images now slowly fade)

Consumed my will slips away,
(Im so sorry I can't hold on)
"Fear exit my heart and stay so far down!"
(Hollowed & desolate souls)
"I can't believe I see the light of day...is it to late to change?"

NO...
GATHER!

In this circle left to right we ignite.
Combustion pulls the hours,
slowly signing in to devour mental acts of power we abuse.

I can't help myself from going blind, oeften I am forgetful, aren't we all?
Dark times when denied or short supplied.
I feel my body slipping
UNDER!

Now I slave all night to beat this for you.
Now I DIE!!!!!!