I Want to be Burned Alive

Your soul is on fire, but you don't make a sound.

Your body still stands while it burns to the ground.

There's spiders in your heart, yet you manage a smile.

I pity your mind, but I like your style.

I know where you've been, and I know where you're going.

Your cinders will smoke while your embers are glowing.

When the rain comes, many will cower.

But you, my torch, will stand in the shower.

Your flames will be smothered, and your soul will be free,

Your mind will be clear, you'll forget about me.

But I'll still sit, where the rain always pours,

Where lost souls stumble on foggy shores,

For I am the lighthouse that never shines,

I am the ghost leaving you signs,

My flames are still fierce, but they shine inside,

A place of solace where my soul confides,

I could go with you, but I'll probably stay.

That road is not mine, my heart will decay.

I want to share flames and scorch the stars,

Our bodies charred with a million scars,

But it cannot be, for I'm home on the sea,

That road is not mine, it's only a dream.