Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire - Bouquet Of Self Pity Lyrics

A bouquet of flowers made from self pity the colors of the halo.
I choke on gasoline.
On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire.
A world on fire.
I inhale the smoke of the earth.
Humanity washed in flames.
A cancer in my f*cking lungs.
The feet of angels all over my f*cking shit covered face.
My name caught in your throat cut me out.
Wash away all of my sins in a river of human waste.
Blessed by dead mothers eyes.
The cleanest I've felt inside.