We burn, we start over
Ashes to this soil that we fertilise
We grow up to form grace
from rehearsals from a play
With this match
I'll set myself on fire the same way
every day's routine, LIke a drug to me
Can I possibly turn around now?
This is the fallacy I've been raised on
If I pray to god will I right my wrongs?
Cuz it seems I'm left here
with these empty palms
Nevertheless I die the same way
I can't pretend like it was ever
good enough for me
These flames bring pain
They don't get easier to bare
or take with each day
I only gain more suffering
and devastated dreams
there are no angles here to save me
If I believe in your will you grow wings
and help me fly away?
Your eyes, why can't I look away?
I put my faith in your eyes
And the faith dies
