Child Of Burning Time

Child of burning time
The child of burning time

My only consolation is a lie
The apex of my consequence is dying here tonight
Winter hasn't ended and it always looks like rain
I cant remember anything...anything
Inside the absolution, we succumb
And appetites are bittersweet I think I'm going numb
A chance to give up Avarice has marked my one regret
The child of burning time has gone, he hasn't come back yet

Before I tell my story please consider who I am
I missed my window years ago, I'm doing all I can
A tragedy is commonplace but in the end they go away
My skin is still the only stain I'm left to wear in shame
I cut my name into my heart, I'll tear it all apart
I beg you burn me away,
I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save
Burn me away,
I won't give up tomorrow just to lose it all today

I burn away
I burn away
I burn away
I burn away

My isolation is my course
The effect it has on life itself is a cancer on its source
I rue the moments spent between the fetish and the flame
Until this war is over I won't ever lose my rage

I cut my name into my soul, I guess I'll never know
I beg you burn me away,
I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save
Burn me away,
I won't give up tomorrow just to lose it all today

Burn me away,
I wont become your hero just to fight the life I save
Burn me away,
I wont give up tomorrow just to lose it all, lose it all today

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