Comatose (Burn It Down)

When the ashtray overflows
With the half smoked cigarettes
I couldn't see through
Just like the third syllable
That got stuck in my throat
Just an immature reminiscence
Of a dream turned to sleep paralysis
So I held on to you

Burn it down, the memories
That fuel the losing of touch
With reality as I slip into
Comatose. Darkness comes so
Ruthlessly, I panic at the sight of my
Blood, straight from my heart

The sigh of relief that never comes
Let the moonlight show your true colors
In a black white world, let it shine
So I held on to you

Burn it down, the memories
That fuel the losing of touch
With reality as I slip into
Comatose. Darkness comes so
Ruthlessly, I panic at the sight of my
Blood, straight from my heart

Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down