P.S. New York is Burning
Bivouac LP/CD

I leave it burning and count the dead.
A jilted lover, a one time friend.
It reeks of incest. It reeks of pain.
Erase my anguish. Forget your names.

Can't see the future.
I just break free and run.
And knowing nothing,
I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer,
now I know what state I'm in.

And from a distance, it seems so unreal.
Nothing left. Nothing to feel.
And if it hurts you, it hurt me too.
I had to kill it to heal the wound.

Can't see the future.
I just break free and run.
And knowing nothing,
I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer,
now I know what state I'm in.