I Burn - Ascetic:

Twisted in the knife

Shaking all over

A crimson river floods the wide walk

She screams up at a mute God

Is that your light leaving?

Is that your ark departing?

I am not deserving

I do not deserve this

In the bleached white streets

Surrounded by neon idiots

Aching for a second breath

I burn

Illuminated in the flesh

Consumed in the cracked orange glow

I burn

Twisted in the knife

Shaking all over

They tried to take a layer from my life

I took something from them

I can’t remember

I can’t remember

I took something from them

I can’t remember

I can’t remember

And in the bleach white streets

Putrified to my very core

I burn

Moving further from shared space

Moving closer to the sound

I burn

I burn

I burn

I burn

I burn

I burn

In the bleached white streets

Torn and strewn to the very four quarters

I burn

Illuminated in the flesh

Consumed in the cracked orange glow

I burn

I burn

Twisted in the knife

Twisted in the knife

Is that your light leaving

Is that your ark departing?

I do not deserve this