Album: Thrive In A Modern Era
Here's your echo, here's your sign.
The hope in your future,
The faith in your past.
Calculated ruin:
The demon for your demons.
Disturbed dirt with old shovels and tears,
Searing flash bulbs, picturesque.
Breath of a breadth of a baptismals banks
Saved by what's innate.
You evolved, poison poisoned
Bridges blot stars that never thought
They'd amount to much.
Perforated hands of the heavens.
We are the Clarity of Darkness,
We thrive in a modern era
What may be dead can still hear you.
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