Set This World on Fire

This is an attempt at an effective summation of how it often feels to live in my body in this world with this history. Such pressures and experiences often cause the death drive to become stronger. This may cause some people to "perceive themselves as being driven by internal fears, but banish those thoughts into bottomless pit of eternally repressed emotions that eventually reaches critical mass and propels them to become the fiery suns of all-conquering megalomaniacal psychosis", which of course may have either positive or negative effects. Musically and lyrically this was inspired heavily by the early work of kiss the anus of a black cat, which I have effectively lovingly ripped off in creating this. (Seriously, go listen to them.) • Lyrics: Everything has cracked; nothing here but pain. It's come time for a change. God is on His throne, watching here below. Nothing but His tears falling low. In this hopeless life living just to wait, everyone above us set us bait, and we will keep on picking but the floods, they will not stop, the Earth, it opens up, and the cruel space shall suck us dry. Nothing will be left of us. All the world's a farce; it breaks your bloody knees and it dares to claim it's destiny, but nothing could be further from the truth won't set us free when it's all trivial words, words that we can neither hear nor see, and half of it is still a lie. Nothing here will last, eroded by the tides that beat down everything to proper size, and soon I will go under. I don't know what I want; my brain is all a blank. Oblivion is when I feel most free. What is left for us but to do or die? Seven years, my tearducts have run dry, and soon my body falls apart. My brain is melting down, dripping in the dirt. All my soul is screaming in alert (and no one shall deliver me). Hell is the true name of this dying world. Let the old red standard be unfurled, for we have come to take it. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. Running toward the end of this bloody place, nothing holds us back— we're gone without a trace. Blowing up the exit as we take our leave, we'll set this world on fire. Crushing every castle, burning every mansion, we're running through the trenches— this ain't a time for dancing. The blasts are our alarms to wake us from our sleep. We'll set this world on fire. Am I well-equipped to understand this fate? Destroying everything I see, all creatures small and great. No end is there in sight, just the wheels of flame. I'll set this world on fire. We're calling no retreat; there is no turning back. We'll either crush the rulers or be crushed by their attack. Break this drowning world. Seal its thorny fate. We'll set this world on fire. What do I have left? Nothing left to lose. All that's needed is to light the fuse (no time for hesitation). All I want to do is see the sky turn blue, but first it has to set ablaze again (and I will stoke the fires). There's nothing left for me except to wait and see what the final word is from above. And I stand up on my legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. • Credits: • Evangeline Sutherland ——vocals, guitars, synth, timbrel, production