Fabric

scattered throughout now indefinite form willed to find strangers in the wickedest state when it comes upon you my friend fear not - it makes us men hidden within ourselves now lured into hiding out of sight creation in purity we don't need no host s*ck it in it waits for noone take it down the coming of descent fiery changeling reddened and frail perspire to save it the remnant of this game if it launches again today will our lives begin again turning away from tides of lust stronger return against all odds s*ck it in it waits for noone take it down the coming of descent raised to take stand to separate grace shown in the wake of new light seeing it will break the flavour of aquired taste another boundary yet to face witness the revolution the fabric of essence come again