Wick State

You burned up my insides Oregon
Oh Salem Witch Trials you burned up my insides
And I can’t find the ashes
No, I can’t find the ashes

Where’d they go?
And why the hell can’t I find them here
You stole the Pope and he preached me dead
He helped me sin into a coma
Where’d my fucking insides go?

Show me your Hawthorne
And your Stark and your Burnside
Fuck it all just damn it fuck it all
Hide my smoldering insides
I love you until I can’t burn anymore
I love you until you can’t burn anymore
I love you until we can’t burn

Think you can walk but you can’t run away
From everything you took
Steal the Pope and have him preach me dead
But nothing will ever take away
The five thousand bullets shot under my bed

Note: There isn't any animosity towards Oregon in my body. This is merely how far I will go to rid my bones of poet's block.