I’m cutting ties, to keep my spot Not an escape - a cold compact. Between myself and what is not Breaking expectation’s fact. Fire burned it all, to naught, To ashes went all that I sought, Then slow and clean, the fire taught, Myself consumed, the change was wrought. A wasteland now, where gardens bled, Dead silence rules this carbon state, It’s quiet now, but seeds concealed Survive beneath this leaden weight. Fire burned it all, to naught, To ashes went all that I sought, Then slow and clean, the fire taught, Myself consumed, the change was wrought. I depart where the silence steps, No more blips, an honest trade, I’m done with all rigged scripts, I spit upon your fake parade. Fire burned it all, to naught, To ashes went all that I sought, Then slow and clean, the fire taught, Myself consumed, the change was wrought.
