It was a different kind of aching
An aim blurring itself, left me sweating
Do you know where the firefighters went?
It all began in 1911
But that's the most I do know

Splitting images had never been my expertise
Remembering faces, I whirled as I had greedy desires of touching many different flames
Meet me again in the heart of the forest, would you?
You wouldn't, you wouldn't, you wouldn't
Said like a mantra but I had stopped believe in Gods since a long, long time ago
It was when we first met
When you became the only God I acknowledge

I started a cult and it's all about you
But I am not much different
From when I thought Jesus could have had saved me but actually couldn't
So I eventually left Him, so I left Him
I left Him like it was just an ordinary different kind of aching