She is capable of breathing fire into forgotten dust
Organic beings devoted to their pathetic little half-lives
Who have forgotten the meaning of lust
And upon renewed blood, she thrives
Lightning bolts streak across blood riddled with bad faith,
She burned all her bridges brightly,
And watched them fall into the abyss below
I have to let you go at some point, you know?
She is capable of burning fuel
With the blackened hearts of nomadic men
She slips across fingers like sand,
Dealing herself a steady hand.