Lyrics

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