Duhkha - Dweller on the Threshold Lyrics

Prevent what is meant to be. Next light veiled by the fire skies, deny as if they were never alive. Dens of solace, strung out until you're breathless. Mask your conscious and forfeit all your senses. Come to needle salvation, waking black wavepsychosis. I am cut from a star, heed all reason to cross me. Speak of this and you shall burn, as you begin to disappear.And you shall burn. Next light veiled by the fire skies, deny as If they were never alive. Each drop, another parallel? We are tithing your grave. Behind salt and curtain, I will build a garden. Small and mazed, with gates and discarded keys. Dens of solace, strung out til you're breathless. Mask your conscious and forfeit all your senses. Come to needle salvation, waking
Black wave psychosis. speak of this and you shall burn as you begin to disappear. What is death? a slip into the next
Room."