Over the arching hills there is a fire
In that place, desire
Did you ever stop to think
What all of this could bring to you?
Unmistakably inspired
Wires crossed, synapses fire
Vivid thoughts enter your mind
All you needed was some time to think
It's a mystery, why do you always seem to contradict me?
Well, did I ever really have a shot?
When all the things I'm not
And all the things I am
Collide
Fate flees freely across the open plain
Hide the feelings, there ain't much to gain
In this shameful game there's no onе else to blame
Thе fuel, the fire, the self-made pyre
The emptiness after desire
The fuel, the fire, the self-made pyre
The emptiness after desire
The fuel, the fire, the self-made pyre
The emptiness after desire
The fuel, the fire, the self-made pyre
The emptiness after desire
It's a mystery, why do you always seem to contradict me?
Well, did I ever really have a shot?
When all the things I'm not
And all the things I am
It's a mystery, why do you always seem to contradict me?
Well, did I ever really have a shot?
When all the things I'm not
And all the things I am
Collide