Lyrics

I woke from a fever dream
And I spoke such awful things
So I up and left the city
In hopes of coming clean

I went to s psychic last week
And he spoke such pretty things
Like I'd find the one I love
In a house, a house down south.

Combust, combust and explode
This scene produced
My fire, my fire is so cold
Yet, it burns through you?
Combust, combust and explode
This scene produced
My fire, my fire is so cold
Yet, it burns through you?
It burns through you!