The Burning Man Songtext
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There is something grey before the dawn something burning
Bodies in their black bags consigned to the flame
Bathing in the flame of a burning ache through my core
As creatures we are trying to crawl back through the creation to the worm
A holocaust the feral gene
Deadly strychnine taking hold wrapping itself round every sinew
What is left a burning seething mass
The air dank with the heady odour of decadence
Bodies in their black bags consigned to the flame
Bathing in the flame of a burning ache through my core
As creatures we are trying to crawl back through the creation to the worm
A holocaust the feral gene
Deadly strychnine taking hold wrapping itself round every sinew
What is left a burning seething mass
The air dank with the heady odour of decadence
Choking out the decadence leaves emptiness
Scared with scars carspaces over the body
Monuments to our destruction
A mixture both terrible and beautiful
The flames rise the pulse of primal existence
The grinding repetition such dullness the edges seem to fade
It burns away the black day gone
Scared with scars carspaces over the body
Monuments to our destruction
A mixture both terrible and beautiful
The flames rise the pulse of primal existence
The grinding repetition such dullness the edges seem to fade
It burns away the black day gone
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