There's a fire that burns my tongue with every word I speak Wishes, vicious Fantasy brings misery What happened to the dreams I've left stone cold? Frozen in time, left behind My arms are tired from diggin' my own grave I guess, some things will never change Crucified, rotted and blown away The prime of your life, every blossom will decay I got a thought on the tip of my tongue but I swallow it down, instead of shouting it out I need to spit it out