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You want to feel that flame
That path is paved in madness

Beyond the bounds of self
Beyond all bounds of sadness

Constrain a constant call
Contained in silence

Bye bye

You wanted to torch the scene
You should have known it was pointless

And the night it came apart
You were swept away in nonsense

Along a fraying seam
Among the fragile congregants

Along a fraying seam
Of forgotten garments