This is how we disappear

Tell me, blessed lover, is it true?
That the saviour will come for me?
He'll save me from the fire?
And take me to somewhere safe?

Will he dig up my ashes to carry me home?
Will he know where to find my final resting place?
Will he also tell me lies? ....The same ones you keep telling me?
And this is how I will disappear.. believing in your lies.