We burn, we start over 

Ashes to this soil that we fertilise 

We grow up to form grace 

from rehearsals from a play 

With this match 

I'll set myself on fire the same way 

every day's routine, LIke a drug to me 

Can I possibly turn around now? 

This is the fallacy I've been raised on 

If I pray to god will I right my wrongs? 

Cuz it seems I'm left here 

with these empty palms 

Nevertheless I die the same way 

I can't pretend like it was ever 

good enough for me 

These flames bring pain 

They don't get easier to bare 

or take with each day 

I only gain more suffering 

and devastated dreams 

there are no angles here to save me 

If I believe in your will you grow wings 

and help me fly away? 

Your eyes, why can't I look away? 

I put my faith in your eyes 

And the faith dies