I know this feeling, I can almost see the aftermath before me and its hard to not to get lost
I am not your arsonist
We came with pages before us and laid waste to the stage
No audience except each other and bare in mind we care to perform until the spotlight follows each private thought
Never a clouded curtain of sheets to sleep in
this is a shore, you are a tide, I am awake
Kiss of fuel and see me molten this vessel
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