From Within the Graveyard:

Breathing in the ashes
Cloaked in heavy smoke
The invisible flames rage on
Lighting up lives
Tissue paper in an incinerator

People deny we are burning
Stepping over cherry colored coals
Saying they cannot feel the heat
Nor smell the brimstone
Parting their bloodless lips to say
They do not taste the charcoal
Coating their tongues

For them it has not sunk in
Lying will do no good

We are trapped
Within this burning graveyard
Playing a game of chance
Betting our own lives
The lives of those around us
As we wait for death
To reap what we have sown