I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)
Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)
I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)
I might never stop the flame from burning!
So I ask myself today
As if I have to let myself again
Why do I let this roll my way?
As if I have a chance to change
I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)
Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)
I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)
I might never stop the flame from burning!
It fears: cannot read them
From escaping: might be all I have
Progress: do I need this?
From expanding and I can never stop
I can't stop to let myself wither
But I can dream of an answer
I can't stop to let myself wither
So I fight this plague!
I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)
Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)
I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)
I might never stop the flame from burning
