fire consumes my eyes, fogs my mind, drowns out my cries
reaching for a hand, being burnt alive
is this part of the plan?
maybe it’s time i die, shed this skin
make room for what lies within
with all my love.
with all my love.
fire consumes my eyes, fogs my mind, drowns out my cries
reaching for a hand, being burnt alive
is this part of the plan?
maybe it’s time i die, shed this skin
make room for what lies within
