Candle wax eyes

Another body has burned; Sweet release. I run so f*cking hot I struggle to breathe, But I’ve changed so much! Sweet release. Rubbernecking the sun as they tell me that I’ve won. Sweet release. There’s purple in these eyes, staring at a neck every time I strum a line. (Gasp) Sweet release. But there’s nothing I’m afraid of (sweet release) Like a candle dressed in white, He greets each black stained fly that comes in every Sunday night; Sweet release.