Your burn
So bright
You shine
At night
When all is dead
Your body awakes
Ready for a new mistake
Heavy as a feather
Hungry like a hunter
Fast drags on a cigarette
It never lasts enough to feel safe
So is it hope is it grief ?
Is it instinct or a need you shape ?
Warm blood, cold heart
Warm blood…
Your turn is about to come
Hunters can wait long
But patience that ain't your thing
You never learn
Keep on repeating
So is it hope is it grief ?
Is it instinct or a need you shape ?
You burn so bright
You shine at night when all is dead
Your body awakes
Ready for a new mistake
You burn