Sound Of Sulfur - text
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral
needs star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and
the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are the one who
fell from grace for them. Is there a reason why? The funeral needs a star.
As you walk away for the last time could you hear my heart consumed behind
you? As you turn your back from the dying did you feel the sun burn out
inside you? You set my wings ablaze. You will run from familiar arms into
their embrace. I hope they love you like I did when you needed me and I came
for you that night.
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