Rowing to the fire

Rowing to the fire, incoming as a bullet
traveling to my being, I’m standing in the air
sailing in the deepest of the wormhole,
heat consumed my body, hoping to burn

And I’m waiting; I can’t see the ground,
and I want it, just falling in to the end
And I’m waiting; I can’t see the ground,
and I want it, just falling in to the end

Keeping all my secrets
strip away of myself
a dark past condemns me like a candle going out
sailing in the deepest of the wormhole
heat consumed my body, swallowing my skin

And I’m waiting, I can see the ground and
I don’t want it, just falling in to the end
And I’m waiting, I can see the ground and
I don’t want it, just falling in to the end

(INSTRUMENTAL STONER)