set it up   burn it down   and in vain the fires will erupt and surround   but the pain inspires   warming hands by the heat   that i'm doomed to repeat   again and again   beneath the spreading flame   under the poison plume   i always feel the same   whenever these thoughts i assume   you'd better know your way though this   you're choking on your every care   just fi nd a way to breathe the thinning air   it's a game   it's a toss   probably regret it   it's the same   at a loss   and i still don't get it   i think it's time now to show   i've moved on   i've let go   can you feel it? can you keep it up?   can you say it?   or have you said enough?   i think i've found a way through this   i'm swallowing my every care   and now i'm breathing in a new days air