Embers Of A Cold Heart

dipped your hands in diesel
begged the flames to keep you tepid
fire doesn’t comfort
it only cares whether you burn

built this pyre with your own two hands
every timber is a piece of a failing plan
fueled it with all you’ve got
it only asked for more
every spark you thought was hope but it only hurts

thought that you could have mastered the flame
so you fed it every thread of your weary soul
now it’s a part of you
it never lets you leave
can’t escape the thing you’ve made
it’s rooted in your veins
now you suffer

built this with your own two hands
gave your soul now it rips you apart
now you’re choking on the embers of your cold heart
What did you expect?
it’s the thing you loved that let you die
it’s a masterpiece painted with gasoline by you
yourself

it laughs at your wreckage
feeding on your remains
it laughs at your wreckage
feeding on your remains
it laughs at your wreckage
feeds on your remains
built this pyre with your own two hands
it’s a suicide
burn

fed this ghost with your soul
now there’s nowhere to hide