Fever of Doubt

Can't breathe it's corrosive exhumation

Let me see the fire that's burning

I lost my own in a blaze away

It's a growth voided and undiscerning

Unaffected by monumental change

Engulfing the waves of the conflagration

This holocaust in essence is damnation

These rotted corpses reek of the occasion

Burn these now and avoid the abrasion

We're in the gleaming corridors of power

They watch and wait for someone to dare to say

That no one is sacred nor has been touched by fire

But a million people scream from miles away

We're on our knees

My eyes are being feasted upon

It's a fever of doubt

A plague with no one to save us

Engulfing the waves of the conflagration

This holocaust in essence is damnation

These rotted corpses reek of the occasion

Burn these now and avoid the abrasion