To the Fire

Take her to the fire, my rotting flesh

And when I see her coming
All I feel is dread
Nothing can calm the pounding
In my head

I'll drill holes in her body
Bury her in the night
Carve her into little pieces
Just for spite

Good morning to you, dear hole in my chest
Which mask do you have that will suit me best?

Take her to the fire
Throw ashes in her eyes
Still she wakes up with me
Smile weaved inside her lies



Credits
Writer(s): Tabitha Larson
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