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I do not want to burn

Truth is my cold water

Extinguish the fire of my body

But not this head

Skull in the mirror

Grinning at me

Skull in the mirror

Head without a corpse

I feel fear

Like Napalm

Raining down the forest

As I run

I feel my skin peeling

Like the skim of a liquid.

The head in front of me

Grinning through the flames

Everything before me

Blurred by the blaze

I do not want to burn

Truth is my cold water

Extinguish the fire of my body.

But not this head.

I see it, reflection, in the hot air.

It is my skull.

Grinning, but not for mirth

Its due to the anatomy.

All the flesh, burned down

So simple things can be.