As the fire of burning sun cools down
the fire inside my soul gets lighten up and bursts up and burns up high..
it makes hard for me to breath and to see and to listen..
I ask for some water
that i might feel some better
But i see blood..
so i try to bleed it all out..
and it helps to relax everynight..
against my crucified self.
My mind is sleeping and i willing to faint
waiting for the day to come
when this fucking blood is goin to end!
and there would be no way to relax..
or to get the pain out
and my soul is going to burn
and their desire will be done
the world will find my ashes
that my body will be burned