Like a flickering flame, on a twisted candle. I watch the wax slowly drip down. The wick has only so much left. One snuff and i'll blow you out, oh, but i won't, i won't blow you out. I will watch you burn, but your wick is only so long. I will watch as your flame slowly dies. Left amongst a puddle of hot wax, a small flame flickering, but it will die. The wick does not go one forever. I shall watch you die with satisfaction. Hope. You will not last long.