Silence Industry The Edge Of Illusion
a deeper shade of colourless smoke i moving ghostlike shadowing desires the skin of sacrifice is shed and hollowed out leaving moments left and leaving, left behind
abandon everything this breathless night
into the iron corridor stripped like shadows dancing to the sound of naked rain beating down upon the rust of heaven's disrepair embracing, we exist on the edge of illusion
crashing through the gates of transience and burning all your perfumed melodies
as moments leave you cold I will keep you warm on the threshold of a kiss and slipping through your fingers
emerging from oblivion the promise of life becoming all we will never be
it's all or nothing invisible hands guide us through the poison fog they weave until the war is over
realized and lost our tongues are tied and tired tacit and drained
actuality awaits beyond the blue horizon we will assemble and enjoin after the revolution
