A conceptual song about someone who loses a loved one (significant other) who goes to the length of trying to communicate with their spirit after death.
The nights alone were all the same.
The only difference was the pain.
The second you stopped breathing, my fingers lost all feeling.
I knew there must have been once chance for me to feel your freezing hands.
But this just can't be over. I must be getting closer.
Burning through me. (My chest is on fire.)
Burning through me. (I'm tied to a pyre.)
Burning through me. (Your will is my master.)
Burning through me. (You're my perfect disaster.)
You are burning through me.
For all the nights without your bliss, I'd take my life for just one kiss.
To justify the fallen, I'd see that the neck was broken.
I wish that I could steal your fear, kill all the voices that you hear.
But I can't seem to reach you.
I know I must be near you.
My chest is on fire.
I'm tied to a pyre.
Your will is my master.
You're my perfect disaster.
Set me on fire.
You are burning through me...
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