Perustuu tavallaan tositapahtumiin... Elämä oli ja on
Jump In The Fire_ // omistettu elämälle ja sen pahalle tavalle olla niin vittumainen, joskus...
I was young, maniac. Too brave and stupid.
Making the jump would make the hero I wanted to be.
The jump went wrong, leap was short.
Flames swallowed me and made scars without remorse.
It felt like pain was embracing agony and together
lashing me with burning steel whips over my body.
Blisters, burns, smoke in eyes, couldn't see.
Only thing I felt was tears on cheeks,
knives on my skin, guilt of being thoughtless
Was I lucky to have an early suffering?
To make the inner burns less painless when older...?
I've survived it once, and I will fucking survive it again...
From the fire within, and flames burning me through life