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There's black smoke in the distance
Fire bursts through existence
Burning down the spire
This flame from my desire
I stand in awe and sense
Its great omnipotence
The news is not so dire
I welcome our new squire

In some strange way you may find
Comfort in this life-sized lantern
Through common grounds we will bind
Over and over we

Go without a trace
Enlaced in your embrace
I blame the enemy
The scorch's obsessive glee
I spread this high octane
And then I prayed
My conscience is all clear
It cannot get here

Bask into my sin
I know life has been taking a toll
Malleable like tin
And you crave for a sense of control
The venom's within
You can now sense a shift in your soul

Flaming rage
Flaming rage

Flaming rage
Reaped from your past and the cure that you blend
All the voices that call you a slave
They share your bed
Flaming rage
A disillusion, a liar you stand
There's no ticket engraved on your grave
Hell's in your head

This conflagration stands
Won't bend to my commands
This flame I now abhor
Burned my home to its core
An angry lone man fends
Through fiery hands
Now fear its warm adore
As it's fuming at your door

Flaming rage
Reaped from your past and the cure that you blend
All the voices that call you a slave
They share your bed
Flaming rage
A disillusion, a liar you stand
There's no ticket engraved on your grave
Hell's in your head

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from Mother's Guilty Pleasure Part One, released February 20, 2024

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