3.13.13

Leaving the numbing burn alive; this shall not be able

Compromise or come out.  The fire is alive. It is not unlikely to release its grasp upon this task

Compounded by the thought of fables

You are not alone in the safety of your sanity, the fire is right behind you

Consuming your trust, you fool, burning your words before they have the breath of speak

Have a moment to combine the sulfur with your suffer

Divine. Burning into all of the sought after #1 number

Yeah, you wish you were weak

SO nosy. SO lonely

Savage is the heart that settles in the way of the day, routing straight to your brain, creating a bleeding gas

Allow me to reintroduce this flag that should hang always from your ass

Get closer to the fire, for real

Burning in the sign of a crucifix on Capitol Hill

Who, but you should be privileged by the prerogative to hang there in the freedom of still

Move not the thoughts of passion, but the point of party's painful rain

Acid coming down is nothing
Try the taste of mistrust and lust without a hold to claim

The fire is coming for you

Burning the outside, from the inside

Let me know when I can give it your name

It hangs around my neck in the form of a stolen man's collar and only I can tame the flame

Beware, there is nothing there