Domes - Bonfire of the Vanities

Without a true death

The viewers want you to be affected
The flayed corpus and inhuman voices call

And from the bonfire emerge clean

Look, a red gradient across everything
And who you are is the other after all
It was all rehearsed at the frontier of pain

The more it hurts the more that they do things to you
And I have this memory of a darkening idol

And from the bonfire emerge clean
Without a true death

Written by:
BRENDON STUART KAHI, DANIEL BOSHER, MATHEW BOSHER

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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