He wants you to burn
Because he has no fire
He's wilting begonias
On a funeral pyre
Don't listen to secrets
From his coward's hell
He'd burn you alive
Just to hear you yell
He wants you to burn
He's got time to kill
He's going no place
To nowhere that's real
Don't look at his eyes
Or his phantom pain
He knows how to use
Petty fires to maim
He wants you to burn
For as long as it lasts
And then he'll move on
As you hear him laugh
He's laughing at you
From behind his arm
And you'll never see
How he lives to harm
His truth is a lie
And his lies are art
The embers he leaves
Can blow lives apart
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