Blessed Curse Fire

more and more I know what I am silence distance infection there is nothing of original hearts in my caves with snakes just free fall into nothingness time machine that dying in the morning curse of burning cathedrals and pain that spring from the dirty sun and relic boxes with dead blood and rusty holes in my hands you crucify me again in fire and the color of your envy is rotten like the worms of your ancient flesh they look for me but i'm just a concept they burn my words but i'm in everything