Tearing through the sky
leaving trails of searing white
choking on memories
(and
Let the sun burn the earth
let the sun boil seas
Fine
is how I'm feeling
feeling fine I am today
at least my
The dead of night's here
and I know I shouldn't
Pile of ashes on the table
empty bottles here there
Lay your burden on my shoulders
lead it
down
into burning disorder
watch me
