Burning Hand - Iceage

There's a guilt

Deep within

In divine soil

Blossomed into sins

A burning hand

Reaps foundations

A burning hand

Leads my fingers

I touch through skin

Damage everything

Misadventure

And I

Cut through time

Drifting in these crimes

Misadventure

Do you hear me?

Don't come close

It's taking over

Grown in hope

Withered by trauma