I need a miracle to conquer this endeavor The imagery of song to portray the routine of life Maybe I'm neurotic or just wrong in general Maybe I should concede and put out the fire Can you feel roar festering desire in my thoughts? I can promise you one thing; I will haunt you till you die I can promise you one thing; I will hunt you till you die In absence of your favor I would rather choose death I'd prefer it would be executed only by you No legacy, Fall short of understanding Maybe I should concede and put out the fire I want you to bleed me of my misery Drained bled dry; Hung up for all to see