Burning is just what I need.
Burning on the inside, making its way out.
I said we need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?
Burn all my worries, my unkempt relationships, my hate, my not good enough’s, my plans, my hopes, my illusions, my facades, my hunger for more, my I should have’s, my god, my reasoning, my cosmos, my ideas about how life ought to be—this house I have built. Let it burn.
I’m burning, waiting for you to take an axe to my heart, saying, pour out your hate in my hands, I’ll let em’ slip through my fingers.
I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it, you’re gonna be ok! Say it to me…