I dont want to know when it's going to backfire
I'm growing tired of this all
It's getting old, I'm used to being smothered
But one day I'll be walking tall
It's getting cold
It's been feeding off my bones
Waking up the wolves again
Am I still recovering?
Because I feel ghosts inside of me
They're crushing my memories
Am I still recovering,
If i keep making enemies
Deep in my nerves I'm burning with black fire
That every night I tried to tame
A million of invisible barbed wires
The same old darkness sat aflame
If the cold got to me
If the gold fled from me
I became a black fire
It's so dark out there
I can't even see my own hand in
The mist its sinking into