There’s a fire starting in my chest.
This fever is spreading quick,
It’s bringing me out of the dark.
You’re finally coming into focus.
Think on me when you burn,
Don’t underestimate what I can do.
Your sins have found you out,
These scars you left will burn with you.
Ill paint you a red room, the dark is too good for you.
There’s a fire roaring in my chest, its burning deep.
Think on me in the depths of your misery,
Count your blessings because they are running out.
Your red room is waiting
We could have had it made, babe,
But you sold me out.
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.
This fever leaves me breathless,
Think on me when you burn, babe.
Your name is on the wall here in your red room
It’s the last thing you’ll ever see.
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