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
