you're blowing through the home like a hurricane
shooting through the rooms like a bullet train
looking for what you shouldn't
you're going to wish you didn't
you can find pleasure in the crux of pain
it seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave
you're digging deeper when you say: come out
i heard such shouting from the wings
lurking. watching. we could play a game of hot and cold
your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos
it ain't a memory you're seeking
inspiration's a funny thing
you're getting warmer when you sing: come out
before i doubt your existence
unveil this shroud wherever you are
warmer! you're getting hot
warmer! you're burning up