Burnt Dry


It's burning death,
It's burning true.
It's killing me,
It's killing you.

Can you see through the blaze?
Can you feel it's heat on pain?
It's heaven's blade.

Your blood's on fire, it tastes like wine,
It burns your soul and corrupts your mind.
What was living now will die.
Oh, I have been burnt dry.

Lips of pain on fire.
Mind of sound entire.
Blaze of blue and gold.
Burning new to old, new to old.