Perhaps I'll be assumed   Self immolation seems to be an option at this point   Perhaps I'll be consumed      Thinking of a former self I can't remember having met   Douse with gas   Strike a match    And burn me   Burn me      And I'm in flames and you're gone      It all comes down to the fact   That you aren't the one in flames      And what remains of you is what I have with me      And I feel better than before   Sifting through ashes for a semblance of human remains      Gone   Because there's nothing left to save now   Because there's nothing left to feel now   Nothing To Feel