Bonfire of the Vanities Lyrics

Without a true death

The viewers want you to be affected

The flayed corpus and inhuman voices call

And from the bonfire emerge clean

Look, a red gradient across everything

And who you are is the other after all

It was all rehearsed at the frontier of pain

The more it hurts the more that they do things to you

And I have this memory of a darkening idol

And from the bonfire emerge clean

Without a true death