Or so I'm told.
I'll burn away
Before I'm old.
I'm a wandering pyre,
With a thirst I must slake.
I'm a scoundrel, a liar
and I've made a mistake.
But my heart is on fire,
And the smoke from my chest,
Spills out from my mouth
and it poisons the rest.
My heart is on fire,
And my soul is in shreds,
But the flames flicker higher
And find fuel in your heads.
Now our bodies are fire,
And we're burning at last.
But I hope, oh I hope
That the end isn't fast.
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