This Edge Of Midnight - Chris Connelly

The open machine wounds unconscious diameters drained

The murder eclipsed by the moment of truth for a fragment of pain

Flamed ground in the middle is distanced and forged out of faith

The same sound that touched us before is now stained in it’s grave

Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn

Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it’s gone

Miracle madness retrieves all that over rides trust

Fullscale fraternities modeled their debts on a blood lust

And your swansong unfoiled betrayal to send up in secret sight

Go to the grace

All the penetrates this edge of midnight

Cut that last chord

Deserters in dragnets

The reign of reformers

All stabbed out of dreams

You walk with the wane of the moon where cavalcade ended its' mean

Night speaks to cure out the infidels burning up runes

Night speaks!

it’s ankle deep destiny aimed at the moon

Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn

Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it’s gone

Damage deranged in the recoil makes human face injuries

The image of manhunt is clawed out of reach with new sanities

Force-fed perfection breeds two times the hate for the beasts of the earth

Freeze out your fantasies blamed for the sake of rebirth

Cut that last chord

A blackout circumference is aimed at an age without circumstance solved

Icons conceived of a deadlock decision to breath

Sun-damaged rooms levitate in an era of secrets involved

Acrobat care-worms are stunted preparing to leave

Then leave us now!

While volumes are open and shut out of the heat

The heat of heart-murmur controls the distortion of wake

Cascade in your limits confessions' arrival of hate

Without light, the waking is gentle as thirst disappears

Without light, your speaking evasion remembered in tears

Into the middle of an unexpected suicide at dawn

Your last admission of a brittle heat momentum balanced then it’s gone

Cut that last chord