Deep in the woods of your soul
A flaming forest fire
Turning your sound ground to coal
Your breath smells like a barbeque
I can hardly recognize your lies
And your sad smoky eyes
Now that you realize
That you can't escape
Those limitations that imitates who you are
You've got no fire departement
You never thought it was important
To build an infrastructure
In your soul
You were paralyzed
By those limitations that imitates who you are
Deep in the woods of your soul
A flaming forest fire
Turning your sound ground to coal
A flaming forest fire
And now it's closing in
To where you built your little nest
For your inner most self to rest
It's time to evacuate
Those limitations that imitates who you are
Deep in the woods of your soul
A flaming forest fire
Deep in the woods of your soul
A flaming forest fire
Deep in the woods of your soul
A flaming forest fire
Turning your sound ground to coal