 You are in the smoke and the fire, tightrope on the wire. I see you broken and tired and all your hope is expired. You're just done with the chains and the games and the shame and this world is insane. All the pain from the flames that you walk through. No one to talk to, but ghosts that'll haunt you. Thoughts that you taunt you. Trying to heal, but the battle's up here. And if God is for real, you just wonder if he'll listen.