Precipice - Rabbit Junk

Burn, blow away as dust I cast you out

Push you off the precipice, I have no doubt

Finger on the trigger, just say when

Blow away as dust, never see you again

Burning in my soul

Now, walk away you must, I turn my back

Never can you trust those who attack

So you’ll fall to earth, then you’ll learn

The only way back is to burn

Burn, burn

Now, bury deep you pride and close your eyes

Nothing left inside but the haunted cries

Finger on the trigger, the dawn has turned

The white light burns, the white light burns

Burn, burn