Echopraxia - Rolo Tomassi

And here again where ends are meant to meet

Tried and tested methods for the wild and restless

A trial in the strength of our morality

A vessel to embrace immortality

And what I’ve witnessed is no great loss

Wits beaten hollow, failing on reason, all consciousness knocked

Your body is a crime scene and the tape reads «do not cross»

Endless monsters I saw come to life

A clarity in the mistakes of others

Uncountable apologies we owe

The best examples are found in mirrors

You don’t need to fill these silences

Unthinkable acts, we traded innocence for

Something we’re not sure of yet

A love, drip fed in a flood

Is your consciousness clear?

Were you born to fight?

Are you pure of heart?

Do you worship the night?

Is it luxury?

Were you born to fight?

Do you lust for blood?

Do you worship the night?