There is a numbness that’s weighing down on us. nA wretched gray construction made of our wealth and loss. nAnd to be empty seems like the drug of choice, nAgainst the choices that they offer us.nnWe fail ourselves, crawl and won't stand up nThey tell us, “this is growing up.”nnThere is a judgment that they pass down on us nWhen we become what they are not. nTheir only weapon is pointed at our hearts,nTo brand us and to shut us out.nAnd it will hurt and it will scar,nAnd they will make you the loneliest soul in the world. nBut you'll shine in the fire, my witch on the pyre.nBurn into something new.nnAnd it will hurt and it will scar,nAnd they will make you the loneliest soul in the world, nBut you'll shine in the fire, my witch on the pyre.nBurn into something new.nnThis is the end of the world.nAnd I know it's the beginning.nThis is the end of the world,nAnd I know it's the beginning of you.nnAnd it will hurt and it will scar,nAnd they will make you the loneliest soul in the world.nAnd you've been hurt and you've been scarred.nThey tried to make you the loneliest soul in the world,nBut you shone in the fire, my witch on the pyre,nTurned yourself into you.