Failstate Video (MV)

temper the burn
in the death of a night unending
the voices fall again
in judgement and scorn
the sky dissappears
to fragment our blind perception
forge every waking thought
and stoke our fears

to the tune of the apocalypse
brave the silent hours
resist the failstate
there is death inside
and nothing but failure
and you will never know its name

with the line decending
as the voices call again
the barriers appear
to block out our baser instincts
force each and every thought
to amplify fear

solo - Amott

the final set of fours
repeat the affirmation
face the indecision
resist the failstate