Vantana Row - Scented Candle Immolation Lyrics

Cinnamon apple fills the air
With burning flesh
Saw my face in the news
On every corpse on the street
It's just a matter of time
Before my neighbors get restless

As I draw up a bath
Sweet cherry blossom hellfire
Lavender burns colour my world
Dressing myself in Sea Island Cotton
The pills are all gone
And Mr. Franklin laughin'
Teakwood and suede bonfire
Lulls me to rest
I'll make myself
A pyre of the fragrances
Worth living for