incinerator.

all the things you've touched turned to ashes before my feet.
i've walked through the city streets and smelled the sulfur and gasoline.
all the precious things that i have had, all the gritty truths,
none of them could compare to the ashes i've seen under you.
the dreams don't come true when you don't want them to.
love won't shine through when you just don't want it to.
and the things i love will burn, no matter what i say.
drenched in gasoline and burning flames, ashes save the day.
when i talk to you, i hide inside.
everything goes frozen numb.
these are the days that i hate, and the nights that i loathe.
baby, i talk to you and you smell of gasoline.
i love the smell. it's a thrilling feeling.
singed the flesh, and signed with healing.
change your ways and cut the touch.
my ways serrated, cut the ties.
my wound are open, call the flies.
nothing's ever come this close.
burn it all with gasoline.
touch me, employ me,
ashes to ashes, sinner deploy me.
cut my feelings through the air,
the smell of gasoline throughout your hair.
i love this smell, and hate your eyes.
sinners' eyes, i realize.
etched in deep burned-out beliefs,
witness the miracle and i will weep.
tears of gasoline, down these sulfur-scented cheeks,
weeping for a miracle that will never come to me.