كلمات Everything I Touch Bursts into Flame

Explain my friend How the mighty falls again Hubris unbound Found my comfort within pain Accept your errors clear the score Prove you’re wiser than before Enkindle dreams left unmade When all I touch bursts into flames My life is to be a private funeral to see The ship has run aground there to always anchor me You’ve got a lot of nerve The only enemy Has a face that looks like me A nihilist to the end You forced me to go under When in darkness I thrive Well laid plans torn asunder Fed to goats by my side My life is to be only a catastrophe A war that ends in silent shallow victory You have got a lot of nerve The only enemy Has a face that looks like me A nihilist to the end