Testo Raw And Searing Flesh

I never want to see you in the raw and searing flesh

I don't ever want to hear you singing softly to the dead

I never want to feel your skin running warm along my side

I don't ever want to sink that way again
It would be easier to die

To die...



I'm tending the pyres of my frustrations

Burning leaves on buried dreams

Kneeling in to rake the ashes

I'm embering...you're smoldered out

My hands are free, my lungs are proud
Your forgiveness is a fading fiction

Your forgiveness is a fading fiction

These flames have never burned so high

I won't be staring in your eyes



I'm trying hard not to remember

The way the smoke drifts through the air

We'll all be dead come November

Four months out of every year

Every year...

I won't be staring in your eyes

I won't be staring in your eyes

In your eyes...

In your eyes, every year

In your eyes, every year...