Burner Home
Chris Sicard
I am disaster hands
I am the man who hasn't been made
I am a limited liar
I am the ghost who won't be paid
I am the ghost who won't be paid
I don't want to be the one to have to keep getting back on the horse
I don't want to be the one who always picks up the pieces on the final line of discourse
Good luck
Good luck on building a home
Farewell
Farewell to the ever winding road
I'm the fantastic nothing
I'm the root of the oblivion tree
A hollow waste of a broken heart
Built to beg, never free
Built to beg, nеver free
Good luck
Good luck on building a home
Farewеll
Farewell to the ever winding road
I don't want to have to keep getting back on the horse