Born of fire, and forged by desire Fighting the urge to group and become one The self is I, just me, and no one else Selflessness, the warmth of its fire The spark, the flame, the heat of desire My self, selflessness, the not self Birthed in the heart, pure and simple True to itself, unknowing of the sin Floating, drifting evolving Awaiting its time to breath Endless, destructive cycle Creator of nothing Tainting all hearts... Tainted with our lust, and cheapened by the touch Enslaved, in its pureness, destined to burn out The self is I, just me, and no one else Selflessness, the warmth of its fire The spark, the flame, the heat of desire My self, selflessness, the not self