The Chemistry Of Ashes
Filled with sorrow
Filled with darkness
Blinded by smoke
Wrapped up in razor wire
Cutting off the air supply
I can't breathe now
I cannot breathe
Reduced to nothing by your haze
Tell them anything to get away
Corrosive and flamable
I hope you have your match
So your gonna light me on fire?
Burn him burn him
Shouts and screams from the crowd
I guess it is just bad chemistry
You spit and curse me
I suppose I deserve to die
The fire consumes me
I start to bleed and crack
No body left
Only a pile remains
Ashes blow away in the wind
I am truly free
� D. R. Vecchione
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