Everything I Touch Bursts into Flame

Explain my friend
 How the mighty falls again
 Hubris unbound
 Found my comfort within pain
 Accept your errors clear the score
 Prove you're wiser than before
 Enkindle dreams left unmade
 When all I touch bursts into flames
 My life is to be a private funeral to see
 The ship has run aground there to always anchor me
 You've got a lot of nerve
 The only enemy
 Has a face that looks like me
 A nihilist to the end
 You forced me to go under
 When in darkness I thrive
 Well laid plans torn asunder
 Fed to goats by my side
 Cromer, Rohrbough
 My life is to be only a catastrophe
 A war that ends in silent shallow victory
 You have got a lot of nerve
 The only enemy
 Has a face that looks like me
 A nihilist to the end