The empathy meant for others, turns to apathy
When a love I long for turns against my being
Sleep and my future turn from joy to grieving
Waking in realization, that dream isn't believing
As I listen to the echoes of the celestial choirs
Does it matter, do I believe, will I in time?
In me there is a conflict, I need to be rewired
And as my world constantly burns, I am fire
I am an inferno, I am destroyer prime
I'm nothing, unworthy, and I'm afire inside
