Destroy What's Left Of Me

The spark is alive and well

Its only purpose; raise hell.

Tell me, does this ring a bell?

The spark grows

It must consume; destruction is all it knows.

It kills everyone; friends and foes

Does this sound familiar yet?

Nothing kills the flame; not wind, not wet.

Tell me, has it clicked yet?

The flame has no feeling;

No heart for breaking,

Only the goal of destruction.

In turn, no one feels sympathy for the flame,

To them, all monsters are all the same

They do the same thing; bring pain.

Have you figured it out yet? It’s you.

You’re the flame.

You drive me insane.

So come on, bring me pain of the greatest intensity.

So come on, destroy what’s left of me.