- cifra
I'll tear the house down
brave all the fire trials
eat my own heart out
feed wiser mortals
I'll eat my body away
concoct a reason to stay
I'll wear my disgust on my sleeve
find a new reason to leave
I'm tame now darling
you've pulled my heart out
with all the mental
whispers and lying
You turned me round on myself
I can't tell who I should fight
a day will come and we'll know
who was right all along
