I tried, and I tried to burn down this town.
Turns out, I’m an amateur at everything, and I can’t come down.
Burn your body. Erase your name.
Burn your body. Burn it clean.
That chemical cloud hangs over your head.
A mouth filled with hunger and a heart filled with dread.
I tried, and I tried, and I tried.
I guess this one’s a keeper.
Your head, and your heart, and your hands.
Which one’s cheaper?
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