V1

I've always been afraid of jail
and mental institutions,
I've never wondered why 'til now -
is it fear of isolation?
Or maybe they'd never let me go?
I've an incessant need to be free...
Don't want me choice removed,
don't wanna lose my autonomy.

Is it the burning rebel fire
that runs throughout my wildling veins?
Now feeling strangled
with a mind that can't be tamed.
It seems such an odd thing to feel,
I spend so many days alone - 
guess at least I'm learning all about myself
while prisoner of my home.

Chorus

Like a Furnace, I'm always aflame.
Whether passion or frustration,
it all manifests the same.
If there's one thing that I have learned -
this soul was made to burn.

V2

We're all two side of the same coin -
please tell me there's a middle?
Cause both my sides are fighting
and I'm stuck amongst the quibble.
Maybe it's the solitude,
forcing them to be friends..
maybe there's more truth
in that I'm going round the bend..

The things I most want to share and say,
fear makes me keep inside;
as if every thought has it's own feelings,
and it's eating me alive.
And I try not to disappoint,
the squatters in my mind -
giving them their moment,
their unique time to shine.
But in isolation they grow louder,
now they're shouting over mine
and I pray for my liver -
as I drown them out with...
wine.

Chorus

Like a Furnace, I'm always aflame -
whether passion or frustration
it all manifests the same.
If there's one thing that I have learned -
this soul was made to burn.

Middle 8

I can't live in monochrome,
it makes me like a shell;
whose creature has left home.
Maybe I bleed, from the blade of my own knife.
God I'm a whirlwind of chaos -
In overdrive!


Chorus

Like a Furnace, I'm always aflame -
whether passion or frustration
it all manifests the same.
If there's one thing that I have learned -
this soul was made to burn,