Burning From The Inside

	Running without aim
	Through the razor weeds
	That only reach my knees
	And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
	I don't know how to walk the boards
	I open my eyes, and look at the floor
	And now I don't see you anymore
	There is no choice, we make the point
	To counteract a threatening hand
	Close my hold
	As we near the atmosphere