Flinch

Thrust the candle to the dark of your disease

Burn the fishplate execute ill memories

Labyrinth of sympathy in which I'm lost and can't leave

And too much truth overshadows the lime lies

And what lies beneath the clouds is an

Altered perception and I'll pay for sanity

But sanity don't come cheap

You don't know the truth and I love your life

Flinch against the fire but this ain't winter

And I'm all by myself the way I wanna be

Where I'm content to be to be all by myself

But frozen eyes are bound to melt.