In The Face Of War

Burn The Ashes

In The Face Of War


i try to help myself 
i want to help myself 
i can't help myself 
cut away the sickness 
scrape away the blackened parts 
as i burn myself to ashes 
then burn the ashes

silver cataract contemptible 
the tip of the hook so close to my skin 
once inside it starts to burn 
it starts to bleed 
my thoughts turn sour again 
time reveals that i never change 
i want to help myself but i keep falling backwards 
surrender is the only answer