Please warm me in the cold,
I am occupied and buried.
I am consumed by my own fury.
I am drunk off hate.
I am moved to make,
All the choices that bring consequence,
I've marched with demons in my head.
I've gone through everything for you,
For you, for you, for you.
I'd cut my soul in two,
In two, in two, it's true
That every word I speak is fate.
Yeah I was born to burn away,
And now I bare the weight of my mistakes.