The Fire - Cold Showers

Step away from the fire

Take your last breath with ease

Is this the edge of desire?

Or the verge of disease?

Wait, I

I close my eyes

And I found

Desire

When the rope hangs high

Higher and higher

Desire

I am the love

That bleeds you

I am the beast

That bleeds you dry

I am the

Desire

Desire

I found reflections of disgust

Mounting the scars that you wear

Your passion is my preversion

And my true regrets

Wait, I

I close my eyes

And I found

Desire

When the rope hangs high

Higher and higher

Desire

I am the rose

I am the beast that bleeds you dry

I am the

Desire

Desire