>>10315149Perfect answer they have, arsonists have taken to hold their tongues
Any other reply would leave a trail, they can't admit to what they'd done
Bit by bit, how they swallowed it all
The pieces of sin floating down like ashes
Panic hangs in the air like a plague, the trees all around them are burning down
An oasis of loathing, surely this can only be a dream
Standing here all alone in this desert I'm searching for somewhere else I can go
Harboured in a quiet town, an odd place that I had found
A graveyard where owls are hooing and flying around
