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Set fire to an icon
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
My lungs are whitewashed
A million thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I can't keep hiding
My guts in tight knots
Abandon who I've become
Or fight for what's inside me?
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
My lungs are whitewashed
A million thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I can't keep hiding
My guts in tight knots
Abandon who I've become
Or fight for what's inside me?
Set fire to an icon
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
I feel their claws sinking in
As the life spirals out from my inner self
Let the earth where I carved my name burn
Burn
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
I feel their claws sinking in
As the life spirals out from my inner self
Let the earth where I carved my name burn
Burn
Set fire to an icon
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
Set fire to the lie
Set fire, bid farewell
I'll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
Where do I go
If every turn there's a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive?
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
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