What do you give a man that has everything?
What do you say to one that has nothing to lose?
I need a new world to burn.
Not a world of paper, ink and thought
something to abort,
annihilate and bathe in the ashes.
I want to warm my fingers by the tailblaze,
whistle a happy tune,
and erase another civilization.
Burn, burn, burn.
Not engulfed but empowered.
Warm fingers of light enclose me as I wish upon another spark.
Burn
burn
burn.
Until the skyline is free,
and acid becomes synonymous with rain.
The orange glow on the horizon will fade
and I will wander this earth alone
a sea of grey and ruin my only companion
the best anyone could ask for.
