Circle of Manias - The Mire

A mannequin posed

She spoke in tongues

So drawn to flame

She loved the burn

And torch to palm

She got what she deserved

Broken daughter

Nature bred what afflicts you

Heaven abandoned you all

And marked by pain

You need the hurt

And torch to palm

You get what you deserve

All the while singing

Flow my tears good stranger

All the while singing flow my tears