Burn

The long corridor of this place
I'll find you there
A sense of guilt
Like a twisting spiral stair
Curling round on itself
In on itself
I'm in by myself
Ahead of myself
Beside myself
I lose myself
So restless, we throw them on the fire
So reckless, we load them on the pyre
Of things I want to burn
Things I'll never learn
Things that make me burn
And the flames will turn
In on themselves
Consume themselves
And the mist rolls into the mountain
Filling it up
And if you walked right by it
You wouldn't see the drop
And you circled around before diving
Like a beautiful bird of prey
Locked on the notion of dying
Feeling it fall away
Feeling it fall away
Feeling it fall away
Feel it fall away