Every once in a while comes season on my life
when the questions hang in the air
and days just float on by.
Questions like who, where and why?
Hearts soaring with a sigh.
Scream that sounds like whispering
underneath my skin.

And it feels like burning, feels like burning.
Feels like I'm burning alive.

No particular reason, it ain't that surprising
that I feel exhausted for all this compromising.
I can't consentrate, I try to suck it all inside.
Coz only feeling pain makes you really feel alive.

And it feels like burning, feels like burning.
Feels like I'm burning alive.

Burn baby burn...