Everything I Touch Bursts into Flame - Byzantine

Explain my friend

How the mighty falls again

Hubris unbound

Found my comfort within pain

Accept your errors clear the score

Prove you’re wiser than before

Enkindle dreams left unmade

When all I touch bursts into flames

My life is to be a private funeral to see

The ship has run aground there to always anchor me

You’ve got a lot of nerve

The only enemy

Has a face that looks like me

A nihilist to the end

You forced me to go under

When in darkness I thrive

Well laid plans torn asunder

Fed to goats by my side

~Cromer, Rohrbough~

My life is to be only a catastrophe

A war that ends in silent shallow victory

You have got a lot of nerve

The only enemy

Has a face that looks like me

A nihilist to the end