Letra Cremationism - Circle Of Dead Children
Use my body to spark the fire
that will burn all humanity into less than black ash
This is the narrator?s last wish
Another bleeding poet with shattered
fingers and a tendency to go blind upon request
The flames stroke the heavens
and we see nothing The flames
scald the clouds and we see nothing
The last grain of sand will
shatter the hourglass and comfor
t will only be found within our nightmares
The last grain of sand is gripped with shattered fingers
Too blind to see the flames
Too selfish to hold on