Hey, hey
Fire drops falling from the sky. Every single one of them falls on my skin and finds its way through to the very core of my soul.
What've you got?
Every single one of them... Burning, burning like hell. And yet, they are ice cold.
Doesn't matter to me 'cause I don't want them
Funny feeling, my hands, starting with my fingertips, are going totally numb. My flesh burns. Or freezes? I can't tell the difference anymore.
I'm not the only one
«Breathe» I keep running.