my bones which burn

my mind turns 'round and 'round

to a hideous carnival

fighting for a breath of tainted air

and pray that today never ends

for tomorrow would be just the same...

my bones which burn

i would rather forget

how to walk, how to write, how to chant

the smell of the air after it rains

the carress of the wind in the palm of my hand

than have this pain i can't explain

my bones which burn...

make me into a tree

fire me up into dirty-red charcoal

when i try to run into nothingness

when i need arms around me

holding on so tight i'd learn to ignore again

my bones which burn...

is it just a nightmare or was there ever a time

to really smile

every single new morning

waking up to give grace for the sunshine

in someone's eyes who had learned to drown

my bones which burn...

i have all this music now inside my soul

but it means nothing

i can't play it out loud

not if i could lay down and sleep on the paveway

not when i'd just scream in terror at the ache of

my bones which burn...

wish there was a universal switch

to tune down the swirling images

that i don't want to remember

the mirror and the pillow

the water i pull myself under

my bones which burn...

i want to give my heart away again

whole and perfect as a shiny new toy

yet who would fill out the holes

drilled deep by the years of beating

the need to break out in tears every once in a while and

my bones which burn...

i hold my own hand and embrace my body shivering

i wake alongside my corpse as i frown in the light

of those kissing on my tomb

searching again for what was never there

for the new ultimate cure no one will ever find

another lie to inject into my bones which burn