His molten words, still burning
pouring into land-locked sea
and yet the world's still turning
as it's mean to be.
But your body's still burning, churning
out endless things to say.
You're still in the cycle yearning
for him to stop and stay.
But he won't even do that, will he?
And you know he never will
life could be so easy, if he'd see
but he just poisons you still