One Fault-Line To Far

Came crawling out
And crawling back in
Contrast fading in
And swindling out divinity
Below the double-crossing paint stains
Bleeding from one brick to another


Smiling beetle knows  his laughs
Never any doubt amongst such company
Never any substance discussed
One shot in the dark to another
One in the same the mirrored eye's
Empty bottle's are the site
Of a borrowed fate, and artificial light



New shades to protect those
Who got away with what  they know
Keep tempting me, my hands tied
Keep selling me crosses
Doubled intertwined with one another
Luck lasts to he who laugh last
What might you be laughing at?

Tell me you see clearly
Its not a good intention for hell
And its not a candle stick beneath water
No still light bleeding out confessions
Just idle breathing to feed out obsessions
All in time, all in each other


Please no wretched remarks
Of ignorance to embark
On a path of ill-fated leaf-rustling
Needless how these formula's breed
Until the genocide is reached and you concede
Reach for the flash lights and retreat
And there is always a loser...