Lyrics This Edge Of Midnight - Chris Connelly

This Edge Of Midnight

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