Unraveling the Mischief

Unraveling the mischief
In deep dark dreams we'll sin
Facing our deepest fears to feel strong again
Accept the gift of no eternal life

No art more alluring than that in itself
No skies are greater than the ones
Which choose to bleed from the heavens
We can wash away our sins in that alone

And burn away this useless rhetoric
Page by page
Now is demise
Dusk had passed as we remained fixated

The night sky gripped a hold of us
There is only life and death
We know of nothing more nor should we
But we shall

Burn awat this useless rhetoric
Page by page
Now is demise