You’ll never be me, you can’t go where I’ve been, acquire the knowledge or life experience I have no matter how many effigies you fashion. You wouldn’t last a day in my shoes anyway, not one. The road behind me is ablaze while yours is covered in my ash. They salt the earth and nothing takes root where you are. You live in my haze and in my shadow. I bubble in your Seether, my name upon your lips – Always.