Inscense/the scent
The smell of my burning flesh
I'm sent
I am your burning flesh
Flames burn bones to cinder

I want to see you burn
I want your ashes to bury the streets
I want to see you burn
I want your ashes to fall at my feet

One fine day
You will feel my warmth
You will breathe my smoke
I am mounting up to you

As prayer
For I am the sacrifice
I am the carrier
And I will wash my face in the flames
Risen

Now hidden
Burn away
Cleansing is near
I would burn alive for you