Have I put the fire out?
Or deceived only
The menacing eyes
Sewn in
That follow me
A fragmented patterned skin weaves out
Wove in to a horrific shroud
Brazen and silver we dug in
To signal the damage incoming
Set on fire
We just need to know for sure
Set on fire
With needles threading under burning
Step on the pyre
Sleep walking through the halls of dirt
Set on fire
This fever's rift is open
Centered
With in somber reach
I sense annihilation
Grasp my throat
Time
Shape
Feel
Same / safe
Hold / warm
Grey / space
Free me / beaming dark
I alone
Hold the stained iron
On a table of suns
In a fever's rift
So I'll embrace a metaphoric view
It's just a walk between two sheltered rooms
Machines of Our Disgrace is one of the best Circle of Dust albums to date, Klayton continues to deliver the best quality to his audience like always. TheNugget1999
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