I LIT MYSELF ON FIRE
TO SEND MY SINS FREE
I BURN MYSELF SO BAD
YOU COLDN'T TELL IT WAS ME
I FELT THE STERILE WATER GOING
LIKE A SMALL POND FLOWING
MAKING MY SCREAMS LOUDER
BECAUSE I KNEW WHERE I WAS GOING
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