A Flaw in the Hourglass

What is it to be unnaturally unkind so naturally
Considered unsound mind. Such acid intent
No cloaks, no daggers, no masks
A voice of dissent
You are the long haul
The fate of us and the last call
It is how not when
The sword and the pen
The manner in which you surrender your hold
Surrender to the cold
What is it to lack to be missing, devoid?
But instead to attack, to seek and destroy
We're grounded in flaws, twitches and stains
Pick things apart these devilish games
This devilish art
You are the dim light
The lost love, the last rites
We know how but when
Is it now, is it then?
The point at which you surrender your grip
Surrender and let it slip
You are the freeze frame, the lights out and the endgame
We know neither when nor how, maybe all maybe now
That place where you surrender to your god
If you open the door for me
I promise to go quietly
And surrender to your god
Go quietly
Go quietly
You are:
the long haul
The fate of us
the last call
the dim light
the lost love
the last rites
the freeze frame
the lights out
the endgame



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Good, Lucas Manley, Graeme Dinning, Alistair Gale
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