Feed The Fire

(альбом: Passwords - 2018)

I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom
Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines
Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon
Living on champagne in the back of limousines

Trying to feed the fire without really knowing why
Trying to feed the fire while hoping that it dies

Trading where I'm at for some future destination
Working for attention I'll eventually resent
Tyring to ignore some of the darker implications
Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement

Trying to feed the fire without really knowing why
Trying to feed the fire while hoping that it dies
Trying to feed the fire without really knowing why
Trying to feed the fire while hoping that it dies

There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life
There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear
And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie
How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror?

Trying to feed the fire without really knowing why
Trying to feed the fire while hoping that it dies
Trying to feed the fire without really knowing why
Trying to feed the fire while hoping that it dies
Hoping that it dies
Hoping that it dies
Hoping that it dies