Getting Burned (The End of Placidity) Songtext
I thrive in the cold, and I sleep upon a bed of icicles
The heat makes me so, uncomfortable.
Don't the fires keep you up?
"I feel you toss and turn."
You swear that the bed is cool.
But I swear that I'm getting burned.
The heat makes me so, uncomfortable.
Don't the fires keep you up?
"I feel you toss and turn."
You swear that the bed is cool.
But I swear that I'm getting burned.
Getting Burned (The End of Placidity) Video
