Burning

I turn my head from the stars

To find I'm bound to the pyre

It feels like every day, another ruthless flame

I think I'm drowning in fire

Another year lost in the wasteland

Another day drowns in dust

Another one dead in the wasteland

I feel it falling apart

Too many blisters and scars

Are we the wick or the flame?

Are they just one in the same?

Was it just doomed from the start?

Another year lost in the wasteland

Another day drowns in dust

Another one dead in the wasteland