Of Matches and Rust (JUN Version)

Hundreds of years searching for a reason As the time passes by in a lonely cry Signs of a child lost to rusted seasons Can you find glowing eyes Through the lunar lullaby's lie Fragmented parts form relentless beating Decorate winter days in a godless way For sin never stays under sacred reasons Yet I pray for escape in a Fantasy filled daze And as your body hits the flame I'll watch the motions of your twisted face A sacrificial want a carnal rage Awaken everything I learned to annihilate And as your body hits the flame You ask a silent god if it's to late And when they find your battered body Trust that your ashes will be Drawn by matches and rust Thousands of years slipping through my fingers Imitate futile waves in a gentle blaze Heaven exists for the lost and fearful Can you find faithful eyes Through the lunar lullabies lie Fragmented parts form relentless beating Recreate winter days in a soulless way For sin never stays under sacred reasons So I pray for escape In a fantasy filled daze And even through the night It seems I've come to find You'll never face the light The generational curse of our kind And as your body hits the flame I'll watch the motions of your melted face Hey ain't that funny you can't bear the same Sort of agony you forced me to emulate And as your body hits the flame You meet the burning of a child's rage And when they find your battered body Trust that your ashes will be Drawn by matches and rust Matches and rust (Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave) (Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze) (They say it's nature, no I can't just run away) (Wait, don't go,) (Won't you help me dissect my brain?)