LIVE REPORT: Burn It Down 2025 – Saturday
Your fucking hope dies, piece by piece.
Your fucking hope dies, piece by piece.
Heartbreak, suspended in motion.
Sewing the thread of life through a needle’s еye.
Carve my name into your body, So when you’re in the ground I’m still with you
I used to relax but it doesn’t feel good anymore.
How the flames give you strength like fire.
You’re forever a part of me.
Surreptitious shame runs through these veins.
Buried yourself alive and expected to be fine.