Burn

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Burn… burn these wings
No longer pity myself
For sufferings we only half know

Leave without a sound
No more reactions
To the pains of life… smothered without a cry

Might as well change sedation
Open up to other emotions
Follow the lines or the smoke
Change the drug to forget

I will search within amnesia
The drifting I’m so drawn to
And the abandonment I cherish
The fall… and its vertigo

It’s in drunkenness that we betray ourselves
That we’re caught wanting to follow
The paths of apocalypse
My destruction, I tell you, will be creative

Might as well change sedation
Open up to other emotions
Follow the lines or the smoke
Change the drug to forget