So whilst you burn yourself into the ground
I’ll be burning the stars,
You self important, egotistical, ever lasting struggle,
To be nothing else but what you are,
You look so beautiful burning,
The scent of burnt flesh
Tasting the morning scar,
I hope to hell you’re sure about what you’re doing,
Because I’m not sure that you are.
Kiss the floor, where you stand,
Know that, no one else is worshipping here tonight.