Boiling kettles make me nervous
Looks like something clouds up my time
I know we don't need such fear to believe
And don't trust those claims to hold on
Burning candles make me nervous
Looks like something consumes my time
Can we make clear what time is stealing?
But it won't seal your will to HOLD ON

And we're burning our skins to shine
Burning our skins to shine
And make it so hard to get through these days

Shaking rattles make me nervous
It amplifies that strange buzz in my head
That we run ‘til we're too tired to believe
That we don't need no fear to hold on
And we're burning our skins…

Save my weird luck
It's a gorgeous spiral we're entering
We're entering