There’s a fire in my soul,
if there’s a thing inside I know.
Sweet internal strife,
well that’s just fucking life.
There’s something that I stole,
in every breathe I owe.
My wheezing whistling fife,
well that’s just fucking life.
There’s a feeling in this hole,
it was empty, I let it grow.
Black roses inside so rife,
well that’s just fucking life.
