Burn Baby, Burn.

A heartbeat schoing loud,
Built up adrenalin; calmed by a holding hand,
The true rage lived to attack myself,
My hate satisfied by frustration;
Frustrations just anger turned inward,
My sin's a flame to reach the stars,
Reveal myself only to the fairytales,
Relief heavy, reality weak,
I'm a ghost on this stage,
A slave to the situation,
Now prisoned with a saint,
Fallen inlove to a nightmare,
Confessed to the heavens,
Aim your face for a smile,
Sweep the silence in the morning,
Never too late, forgiven my sins;
I fall asleep..