P.S.O.M. Lyrics


Roaring fire, burning fast

Skies ablaze, after the blast

I can't ever reach the top

But it feels too goddamn good to stop

Heat that no one can restrain

Buildings going up in flame

To all you people sleeping well

You'll be waking up in hell

Incineration to the bone

For your sins you must atone

Lit up with unbounded pain

All that's left are scorched remains

Skin is roasting, mouth agape

Eyes are melting, no escape

Buried under a cinder rain

Can you feel your boiling brain?

Now the mindless and the blind

Made of ashes, heat, and time

Come hither what shalt thou find

But my hatred... and my pyromaniacal state of mind

Roaring fire, burning fast

Skies ablaze, after the blast

Heat that no one can restrain

Buildings going up in flame

Skin is roasting, mouth agape

Eyes are melting, no escape

Buried under a cinder rain

Can you feel your boiling brain?

Now the mindless and the blind

Made of ashes, heat, and time

Come hither what shalt thou find

But my hatred... and my pyromaniacal state of mind

Now I stand atop the ash

The conflagration long since passed

Blackened skulls, punishments just

As you finally turn into dust

I've been sowing death since birth

Torching all the ground before me

Setting fire to the earth

I don't care if you abhor me

I feel at home in the combustion

Cannot live without the destruction

Feel its powerful seduction

Witness the incendiary deconstruction

Eagerly, I set the blaze

Fantastical the end of days

Going up in red displays

Now, to hell, you're on your way

Now the mindless and the blind

Made of ashes, heat, and time

Come hither what shalt thou find

But my hatred

Now the mindless and the blind

Made of ashes, heat, and time

Come hither what shalt thou find

But my hatred... and my pyromaniacal state of mind