wraith does not wish to re-invent the industrial wheel. it only wants to pound it's personal spikes into it. it exists simply as an expression of existing.
there is a storm i hide from my eyes
levitate, suspended in darkness
lightning burns the flight
sounds that terrify
the hardest crash, burns my mind
seek the aid of possesers
inhuman flesh evades vision
promise me not to betray
whispers voices of demons remain
in the lie i see too late
search for the light, to see that you hide
for i know not what i do
the demon i will find return the torture
come home to me and horrify the night
it's not over yet
fear leads to madness
i can feel you, behind my mind
burn the darkness device to find revenge
burn the vision of you, i close my eyes
