Burn your brain and feed the dust. Wild eye, endless pupils. The hands full of inextricable knots. You're corrupting senses, looking for your end, melting violence and beauty as an embrace. All your cold dreams are catching you up. All those voices with burning daggers. Be sure that nothing precious will emerge from your ashes. When flames will caress your waste, when death will smother you, will you remember the blood under your nails. The devious smell of a lost purity, the blood of a dedicated youth. Funeral affliction.