Echopraxia

And here again where ends are meant to meet Tried and tested methods for the wild and restless A trial in the strength of our morality A vessel to embrace immortality And what I've witnessed is no great loss Wits beaten hollow, failing on reason, All consciousness knocked Your body is a crime scene and the tape reads 'do not cross' Endless monsters I saw come to life A clarity in the mistakes of others Uncountable apologies we owe The best examples are found in mirrors You don't need to fill these silences Unthinkable acts We traded innocence For something we're not sure of yet A love, drip fed in a flood Is your conscience clear? Were your born to fight? Are you pure of heart? Do you worship the night? Is it luxury? Were you born to fight? Do you lust for blood? Do you worship the night?