Fire
And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?And I look around meand I realizeThere is none to be had here.I must
And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?And I look around meand I realizeThere is none to be had here.I must
I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold