Lyrics

Powerless to a dying ember
We see our ashes as gifts
Our communion distorts the image
Bringing balance so swiftly

Ask yourself
Is anything changing?
Find your answers
In all the wrong places

Measure up your failures
They'll forget all the rest
Blessed be your strangers
You leave nothing in death

I throw my hands into fire
But never burn any brighter

Ashen is the man of somber
Realizations come to a head
Our division sharpens the contrast
Lest they gnash at the thread

Measure up your failures
They'll forget all the rest
Blessed be your strangers
You leave nothing in death

I throw my hands into fire
But never burn any brighter
My soiled ashes
Like turpentine
Erase the message
Through fire

We are fuel for the fire
Know now that nothing will change
This cycle has cursed me
Each time I let it burn
Burn, burn
Let it burn
Burn, burn
Let it burn

I throw my hands into fire
But never burn any brighter
My soiled ashes
Like turpentine
Erase the message
Through fire