Being chased by this blaze in my eye
I give in to the scorpion sky.
You see, this moon is stunning
And planning something cunning.
Set the ground with the perfect light
So that Suffering's bridges might ignite.
Scorching through the night to rival the sun,
Accepting what was, shall now be undone.
As I pull the control into my hands
I think its time I burn your plans.
Tossing away the wishes and desires
And ridding my life of fools and liars.
Visions clear my heart with an open mind
Seeing -- it is what it is and leave it behind.