Burn you down

Burn the night, burn the city,

burn the blasphemy of my entity;

you the one that I write to,

the darkest place of my heart,

come out and let’s talk,

cause in this body you’ll stop the stalk,

lets clear the path to my being,

lets spill our blood without fearing,

the black pleasure of killing,

the void that our vision is filling,

when fire is the soul that is willing

to turn past the muted ocean

into a storm shattering the stand,

the prayers to banal stars,

into screams of their dying hands.