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