You want a riot
You want fire
Consume for some time
Well I'm tired
I'm tired of closed eyes and fumbling for horizons
I'm tired
I'm tired of your lies and coloring all your mind with
I'm tired
I'm tired before you are

As gently as you can
Hold on
This might not go as planned
Hold on
I know you feel the strain
Hold on
As violent as you can
Hold on

There are storms beneath the fire
Bodies bloomed in so many ways
Where's the pure here to admire
Just hold on

What a martyr to desire
What a humbled and honest way
Further pressed into desire
Just hold on

As gently as you can
Hold on
This might not go as planned
Just hold on
Who am I to say
Hold on
This could be my last day
Just hold on
There are storms beneath the fire