The Burnings Paroles

Your scent cannot be cured
I'm heading straight for the bed
I need to watch it burn
No ties
Just burns

Do you understand
I think you do

Forsooth, the shift so sudden
So I blow out the match
I feel I'm moving beyond
Your bid for empty sex

I'm staring straight at my hands
And through to silhouettes
I'm staring straight at my hands
They've turned to skeletons
Pure white
Not dead

You negate all sense in revenge