Burn

The long corridor of this place

I'll find you there

A sense of guilt

Like a twisting spiral stair

Curling round on itself

In on itself

I'm in by myself

Ahead of myself

Beside myself

I lose myself

So restless, we throw them on the fire

So reckless, we load them on the pyre

Of things I want to burn

Things I'll never learn

Things that make me burn

And the flames will turn

In on themselves

Consume themselves

And the mist rolls into the mountain

Filling it up

And if you walked right by it

You wouldn't see the drop

And you circled around before diving

Like a beautiful bird of prey

Locked on the notion of dying

Feeling it fall away

Feeling it fall away

Feeling it fall away

Feel it fall away