i've searched the world but there is not a cure
to end the suffering that tortures me
my life is burning to a char for sure
i'll burn until no more i can endure
and slither to the bottom of the sea
i've searched the world but there is not a cure
a heartburn sears my heart for ever more
this dragon i've become is all i see
my life is burning to a char for sure
with flaming breath i singe the wooden door
a broken heart has splintered all of me
i've searched the world but there is not a cure
just one small grave like his i am assured
i scream and burn my lips, i cannot flee
my life is burning to a char for sure
untainted by a mix this pain is pure
unrivaled by a similarity
i've searched the world but there is not a cure
my life is burning to a char for sure
(C)2010, Christos Rigakos
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