this is very consious.  i assure you.
i would not approach this door otherwise.
conscious and sober, you have me.  what might you say?

There are many thousand buildings burning
in my head.

And i think I'm to blame,
I think,
running in the snow,
they're at my back and i know,
these are my flames.

and I'm happy,
so proud,
I've burned this city down.

the silhouette of a man,
his hands reach for the most fragile gifts from the sky,
oblivious, likely insane,
to the hell he's ignited behind him.

that is me.  conscious and sober.
you have me, what might you say?
ignore the flames or embrace them
whatever you do
what might you say.

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