Pyrophilia Lyrics

Thick, dark, dim, stale
Coughing stagnant breath

Belching smoke into the sky
As it gorges on air
Turning life-force into death
Stopping the will for existence

Wailing tenants, and snaps of wood
Are the sounds of the end, that no life persists

Thicker, darker, blinding
Coughing sour blood

Get down on the floor and crawl
Until your lungs give out on you

Who would have thought
Such a glow
Radiant and
Their end is slow