A burnt mind. The blood is creeping under my skin,
The air fills my lungs, it pierces them and goes in my heart,
It goes to my head and take the place of what I had left of a brain.
How joyous must be those who do not feel or think.
Those who are not ruled by their heart or a sicken head.
Someone uses their brain will make you forget who you are,
Because their running thoughts always need to be share.
Someone who uses their heart will cheat you,
Because one heart will never be enough for them.
Losing someone or losing yourself,
That's what drives people insane.
The loss of something is what is most feared,
As you're letting a part of your soul go everytime.
And when you've given everything,
But still only received shame.
Abandonnement becomes your nightmare.
