Warm

Is this the cure you believe in

Or just another crossed line?

This is the threshold you've perceived me

And the temperature is warm

Cut me off from reason

I couldn't really be sure

Force production and freedom

The catalyst to which I was born

I really do fear need

How I wish I was bored

Confided in the structures

Inside I close the door

Is this the cure you believe in

Or just another crossed line?

Confided in the structures

Inside I close the door

Inside I close the door