it’s pouring rain inside of hell
my pocket saint guides me well ’round here
she’s my drive and she’s my pain
I call her home inspite of “ME”…

oh I want it, oh I want it to burn
oh I need it, oh I need it to burn

it’s colder than I thought it’d be
It’s better than to be in need
not a chance I’ll lower my head
I have to walk, I have to take that track
oh wat a situation! will it lay low?
arrival is repetitive, arrival is a fake goal

it might go on, it might go on for years
am I sleeping? have I been sleeping for years
oh I want it, oh I want it to burn
oh I need it, oh I need it to burn

back with my back to you