Kissing The Flames

Post metal/ Industrial trance/ nu metal

Verse 1
Seamless distraction — a beautiful way to live through a day.
I move from my passion to quiet destruction
before any of them can stay.
There’s blood in my mouth. I don't remember biting my tongue.
Maybe I've fallen, and it's all about never being enough.

I left on the page an unfinished sentence.
It could be an answer to yesterday's question.
Losing balance is easier than standing still,
and falling doesn't look like such a bad deal.

Chorus
I keep kissing the flames.
They burn, and they don't ask me to choose.
I keep thinking of changing,
with not much left to lose.

The creativity of the day builds beautiful machinery.
The disability of the night creates unique scenery.

Verse 2
Splendid figures inside my mind
are turning into something meaningless.
Six letters are engraved on my heart,
and they protect me from the darkness.

A chemical reaction
when time is wearing a human face.
My hands are trying to reach the warmth,
but struggling to keep the pace.

Memory has become
a very efficient thief.
But sometimes it comes back
and brings a picture of disbelief.

I expect nothing
with extraordinary precision.
But I carry on
with the final decision.

Chorus
I keep kissing the flames.
They burn, and they don't ask me to choose.
I keep thinking of changing,
with not much left to lose.

The creativity of the day builds beautiful machinery.
The disability of the night creates unique scenery.

Bridge
Destiny is badly designed.
Too much information
in one small body.

And then, suddenly,
it gives someone access
to a new territory.

That's the part
I can't understand.

Seamless distraction.
Blood in my mouth.
Holding the fraction,
kissing the flames.
Remembering names.

Final Chorus
I keep kissing the flames.
They burn, and they don't ask me to choose.
I keep thinking of changing,
with not much left to lose.

The creativity of the day builds beautiful machinery.
The disability of the night creates unique scenery.