The Witch's Forge - Ash

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Senses dulled and aimlessly roaming
My mirror tells a lie I can't bear
The hand ticking to point straight at me
A final strike for me to receive

My seams eroded, the line is drawn
Regret washing up, ablate the soul
Identity, boring deep within
Crimson eruption, new life begins

You make me
Hate what I’ve become
Just because
It leaves you undone

Spiteful cry
And the death of hope
Rend my heart
So you don't have to
Spiteful cry
And I strike the match
Immolate
Our love reduced to ash

Spiteful cry
And the death of hope
Rend my heart
So you don't have to
Spiteful cry
And I strike the match
Immolate
Our love reduced to ash

Spiteful cry
And the death of hope
Rend my heart
So you don't have to
Spiteful cry
And I strike the match
Immolate
Our love reduced to ash

Cascading rust, and a proofing stain
Waking breath that will end me again
My wounds undressed, I'm ready for you
Temptation spreads, receding from view

I hate you, I hate you
Let me burn away, I'm
Scattered to the wind
Embers fade, loathing gaze
Why was it so hard for you?

Spiteful cry
And the death of hope
Rend my heart
So you don't have to
Spiteful cry
And I strike the match
Immolate
Our love reduced to ash

Spiteful cry
And the death of hope
Rend my heart
So you don't have to
Spiteful cry
And I strike the match
Immolate
Our love reduced to ash

Smoke dispersed, sink to the Earth
Suffocating by your side
I can't get enough of this
You won't ever let me die

Let me fade
Let me fade
Smother me
Let me fade

Last rites by The Witch's Forge and C. Coulson
Pyre ignited in The Witch's Forge
Kindling delivered by Suno