There were ugly things crawling in her reality
Nightmares becoming a background noise
She turned a blind eye to so many
And became blind all at once
As the pyre lit
She stood thankful for its warmth

There were ugly things crawling in her reality
Nightmares becoming a background noise
She turned a blind eye to so many
And became blind all at once
As the pyre lit
She stood thankful for its warmth
