Fully Burnt from Puritan Themes by Holy Sons

A glowering orb
Sunbreak through the trees
Viscous waste, running down with ease

Blown like a candle that goes out
The crack in the dirt of a drought
Looking for a place that is warm
In a room full of villains in the storm
The very worst entrance on an absurd day
Its colder where I was anyway
Tell why I'm trudging just this far if I'm never gonna see the north star...

I'm on the way to the sun on the coldest day
If I stop now it'll ruin anything, so I'm stepping back away
I'm done, complete
Fully burnt on my broken feet
If you run, well you'll never stop anywhere
In the shadow of the worst snow glare
So think about this in your bitter little chair

• Experimental
• General Morbidity
• Lackadaisical Underdog-isms
• Chapel Hill