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When There's Nothing Left To Burn...
May the sun give me strength
And this match be the start of it
I will wither away like all before me
If I am to scream, may it be louder
Than the flames’ cracks and pops
And the sound of the sirens
When this deed is done
May the wind carry me home
Like I always dreamed it would
May Helios smile upon me
On the day I strike the match
When there’s nothing left to burn
You must set yourself on fire
And this match be the start of it
I will wither away like all before me
If I am to scream, may it be louder
Than the flames’ cracks and pops
And the sound of the sirens
When this deed is done
May the wind carry me home
Like I always dreamed it would
May Helios smile upon me
On the day I strike the match
When there’s nothing left to burn
You must set yourself on fire
Published 27th Jan 2013
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