Temper the burn With the death of a night, unending The voices fall again In judgement and scorn
The sky disappears To fragment our blind perception Forge every waking thought And stoke our fears
To the tune of the apocalypse To the tune of the apocalypse Brave the silent hours Resist the fail state
There is death inside And nothing but failure And you will never know its name You will never know its name
With a line descending As the voices call again
The barriers appear To block out our baser instincts Force each and every thought To amplify fear
To the tune of the apocalypse To the tune of the apocalypse Brave the silent hours Resist the fail state
There is death inside And nothing but failure And you will never know its name You will never know its name
The final set of fours Repeat the affirmation Face the indecision Resist the fail state
To the tune of the apocalypse To the tune of the apocalypse Brave the silent hours Resist the fail state
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