Flames I put to my flesh.
You get one solitary guess.
Immolation for all to see.
From this horror you cannot flee.
Bleary eyed and fixated.
Make you understand the fated.
That we are circling around the drain.
Nothing from this can you gain.
So stop your schemes and your traps.
All it is revealing are more cracks.
A face shrouded behind clay.
Lies that have long since begun to fray.