I smoke, I vape, it boils inside me
My body is a boiler house
It crackles, it whispers, it throbs inside me
The heat tickles my skin.
I defend myself , like every year, for a lifetime
against boredom, equanimity and stagnation
I immediately don't want to be anymore when I can no longer do that.
And if I'm really right, tell me if one The light turns on
It starts to burn.
My heart is on fire.
I'm sweating, I'm freezing, my pulse is rotating
like a turbine that's beating around wildly.
A sailor's pike, head forward
into the sailor's wave that carries me.
I rage and waver and surrender
to all the things that are important to me.
I want to know what remains,
when I'm no longer.
And whether I'm really right tells me when a light comes on
It starts to burn.
My Heart, it's on fire.
My heart, it's on fire
I beat and test and search
sometimes I lose myself
I despair, stagnate and curse
sometimes I lose me
But something says I don't want you.
And whether I'm really right tells me when a light turns on
It starts to burn.
My heart, it's on fire .
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire, it is starting to burn
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire