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To hear the same signal again
Passion and past explode
I once ran from the after; not this time
I will stand before this destruction

Everything in flames, licking my shelter
Even this spreads to my ambulance
I won't stop this burning grace
No use to save what may be left

There are people in my burning house
But don't worry; they aren't real
They can't feel like what I believed
Just memories, they run with the wind

I have opened my door to visitors before
That time has now passed over this sacred temple
No time machine to save your words
No one listens to a muted fantasy

And these flames are eating away this monument
How poetic for them to enclose me; no clear escape
I would once let them tear me apart
Learning life causes decisions to be pure and true

I'll walk through these familiar flames
They can't touch me anymore
Deciding what is most important is harder,
Then trying what scares the most

I won't rebuild this sanctuary again
I guess its just not meant for me
I'll just travel wherever I please
I am more than any could possible see

If you're searching for where I could be
Seek where the pleasure shadows the pain
I'll keep going around and spiral
Untill I find something beautiful