Gothic Americana Music

FIRE TO THE FUSE

FIRE TO THE FUSE

After the fire is to the fuse
What’s left to do but wait?
No truth will hide behind the ruse
Presented as the bait

After the thrill has left the chase
What words would not sound trite?
The passion turned so commonplace
Once held up to the light

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Void of fire, void of sight
Void of comfort here tonight
The ashes scatter to the wind
Void of love, void of sound
Void of hope left to be found
The fingers traced on lifeless skin…

After the final rites are read
Why leave the cross displayed?
The last confessions left for dead
Once trust had been betrayed

CHORUS

BRIDGE
When did it begin
And when will it end?

CHORUS