Fire spreading through the walls
Screams echo, some sirens call
Burning, burning to the ground
A picture of an old hound
Turns to ashes upon the floor
I reach, but theres nothing left of the door.
All thats left of my soul is the ash
Nothing in my wallets, theres no cash.
I look down, down at whats left of stuff
They said I'd be okay, it was a bluff.