All These Things

All these things made me do it

All these things made me do it

All these things made me do it

All these things made me do it

Wild fire

This inferno

Death on repeat

This thing called -

Do it, do it, do it

I will dream with a clean mind

I will swim to the deepest depths

All these things may be true

All these things may be true

All these things may or may not be true

All these things think they made you

Wild fire

Gambling man

Mother's toil

A tunnelling thirst

And the shots rang out

And the shots rang out

And the shots rang out