(We are like moths to a flame. Seduced by what will surely kill us.) This a monument to failure (victims) of our own design I submit to your cold heart With arson as closure Sifting through the rubble The burning pile of ash Drawn into the flame Can't seem to turn away "Love and you will be loved", "Trust, you will be trusted" I can set a watch to your change of heart Sifting through the rubble The burning pile of ash Drawn into the flame Can't seem to turn away Ground these ashes into your palm these are your memories Carve these words into my arm these are my memories Ground these ashes into your palm - can't resist the siren song Carve these word into my arm - can't resist the siren song Sifting through the rubble The burning pile of ash Drawn into the flame Can't seem to turn away To breathe... To burn I swallowed the truth like razors Can't resist the Siren Song