Burn, burn, burn it down, burn the past
Oh, how it doth drown in a cesspool filled with mirrored lies
Burn the lies surrounded with insanity, putting them to lay at last
Far from view, far from your daunting eyes
Eyes that once lit up my soul
Now you drink my soul like wine
Emptying the last of me until there is nothing more
Burn, burn, burn it down, burn the past, burn the lies
Let it burn until the embers fade away
Leaving only darkness in its stead
From whence I shall rise from the ashes
Reclaiming all that once was me
Taking back my rightful crown
Becoming whom you so deadly feared
Standing strong against your lies
Not drinking of the poison ere again
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