She begs,
"taste the fire that burns underneath me"
It may scorch the flesh
But arise and dress
In Sunday morning clothes
So you can again see your sister
I speak, "Don't drag me into that darkness"
She says nothing but this…

"I'll see you in the morning"
But I am frozen in the snow
I feel the cold hem of my shirt
Caressing the back of my neck
It's so profound to live in the moment
And feel the tactile stimulation
Of a final embrace
I clench the rope in my hands

So firm, I feel nothing but this
As I step into her grave
Finally looking towards the heavens
Staring deep into the eyes of god
Declaring so fervently with my hatred…
There is no god...
There is nothing but this moment
There is nothing to live for at all

I have long surrendered to the vacancy
In my disdain for life with a longing to escape
I live in [bad word] of material things
And am constantly told to get on my knees
I dwell so fervently on this sense of surrender

I would like to taste the fire
I would like to taste the fire
 [bad word] off, you [bad word] Make love with the abyss
Like you don't give a [bad word] That you're hanging in a noose
Covered in your own [bad word]