Die On the Cross of the Martyr

I like it when The flames slowly burn down the things I love the most I like it when The lights and sparks appear I'm playing with fire Play with fire Play with fire Total madness When I take my photograph Stare into the abyss Burning down what built the past The ash, the dust Is how I feel So can you bury me, bury me? That's how it ends Behold the pale horse Carrying the burned corpse Into the church of Satan It was the same force That made me turn course And die on the cross of the martyr Cross of the martyr Cross of the martyr Cross of the martyr Total madness When I take my photograph Stare into the abyss Burning down what built the past The ash, the dust Is how I feel So can you bury me, bury me? That's how it ends Can you bury me? Can you bury me? Total madness When I take my photograph Stare into the abyss Burning down what built the past Total madness When I take my photograph Stare into the abyss Burning down what built the past The ash, the dust Is how I feel So can you bury me, bury me? So can you bury me, bury me? That's how it ends So can you bury me, bury me? That's how it ends