She was a fire girl She carried a flame in her belly, a desire, a burning As a child she would play with matches, she loved the smell of anything burnt, she dug her nose in ashes Her grandmother used to light a candle for her whenever she needed strength She could stare into flames for hours, and travel on the back of her spirit animal through the deep green A deer with flaming antlers Her sister took her to see a burning house, they were accused of starting the fire together The fire that wiped out half of the city that was their home, on the day of Saint Lucia And like Saint Lucia herself, the older sister was given a dreadful penalty: Death by fire There's a ghost in the pit Some of you are so invisible Flickering, flaky Pain is invisible Ghosts know pain The pain that follows knowledge The pain that follows visions The loneliness of fantasizing Unheard We look for you in dirt and grit You are moths Raining down Silver skin Dust to the grown Silence is a (fucking) crime The girl with the downfall in her mouth The girl without a thong The ghost is the real saint Living off our pain This whitenoise is a fortune teller We can't hear you, ghost There is a girl in the crowd She is always followed by spirits Persecuted in her soul They follow her, like obsessive thoughts There is a girl in the crowd With visions of a forest hardening Metal trees Stone birds Marble teeth There is a girl in the crowd She is always followed by spirits Persecuted They follow her, like obsessive thoughts She is here There is a girl in the crowd The girl with the downfall in her mouth The fire girl She gave us a promise once To never forget the light She was lying! There is a girl in the crowd She is here Look Her shadows glows The veil is thinner than ever Warnings, warning signs Everything will shine We will be unlike humans The ghost is oppressed Silent on the outside Screaming on the inside The scream of all