Promethean Gift

Your voice is calling me, speaking in rhymes
Been dead for thirteen years, living in my mind
That same possession that obsessed you then
Still burns within
There is this animal inside of me
He thrives on setting fires and spreading his disease
All my life I prayed him away
Still he drives me insane

Your voice is calling me, speaking in rhymes
Been dead for thirteen years, living in my mind
That same possession that obsessed you then
Still burns within

Fire in my soul
Will burn me down
Out of control
It burns me down

Thеre is this animal inside of me
Hе thrives on setting fires and spreading his disease
All my life I prayed him away
Still he's driving me insane

In my mind I see the falling leaves
Creeping mist, waking dream
The tree where you were laid to rest
Sunlight fading from the west

The forest seems to turn us back
Moonlight clears another path
We live to see another dawn
This faded dream goes on and on

Fire in my soul
Will burn me down
Out of control
It burns me down
Fire in my soul
Will burn me down
Out of control
It burns me down