I've risen from the rubble
But again
Your drug has found me back here in this cell
I always blame myself for this fiery hell
My cold sweet drips
It resonates with disaster through these walls
This may be it
Please save me from your crypt
Why do I torture myself with this?
It may all be for the best
But even as you walk past my pit
I only hope to be burned by your kiss
The executioner moves on
Yet floats on angelic wings
Before the axe swings
I hear a whisper
Wake up.













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so close your eyes, and swallow memories whole
let the acidic taste burn through your tongue and
as we choke on ashes, i'll ask you
to never think of me again
ashes from empires*
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