Texty: Alkaline Trio. Crimson. Burn.

There's a lightning storm, each and every night
Crashing inside you, like motorbikes
We toss and turn, sleep so loud
Grind the teeth in our, our empty mouths, our empty

There's a forest fire, burning bright
Spreading quickly towards our last rites
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide
Just lay there and scream, pretending to try, pretending

Intending to burn, pretending to fight it
Everyone learns faster on fire
Things took a turn, lost all desire
You live and you burn, you live and you burn

This impending doom is left deep inside
And it's haunting you each and every night
Light starving wolves counting sheep
We close our eyes pretending to sleep, descending

Intending to burn, pretending to fight it
Everyone learns faster on fire
Things took a turn, lost all desire
You live and you burn, you live and

Like hell, we are anxiously waiting
Like hell burning silently strong
Somehow we fell down by the wayside
And somehow this hell is home

As we burn, pretending to fight it
Everyone learns faster on fire
Things took a turn, lost all desire
You live and you burn, you live and you burn

Like hell, we are anxiously waiting
Like hell burning silently strong.
Somehow we fell down by the wayside
And somehow this hell is home
Right now, this hell is my home