Burn it

Grille de la piste #208854

Fournie par ROBJOL

Lyrics:

© moonchild
of india ink
and viscous threads
of dissonant chords
tattooed inside my head
with fragments of
skeleton memories,
to neuropathways of aching fantasy

burn em in the fire
just burn em in the fire

an iris of
foreign, tender hue
a smoldering tear
that singes right on through
thick layers of
indulgent love elegies
and post-apocalyptic tragedies

burn em in the fire
just burn em in the fire

days of old
i’m letting go
this fools gold
i’m letting go
of all i know
i’m letting go
of control
i’m letting go