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